And so thy venture sails with favouring winds,
Blest with approval from all prurient minds.
"See where at Horsham, Shelley's muse is crown'd!
Two Parsons and a Justice on the ground!
What glorious homage doth 'Prometheus' win!—
Yet sure if ever parted ghosts can grin,
Wild laughter from the Styxian shores must wake
At such tame honours for the dead bard's sake;
An Edmund Gosse doth make the day's oration,
Oh, what a petty mouthpiece for a Nation!