Th' accomplishment of vows and ardent pray'r.
The hero now in good old age appears,
By Heav'n propitious, brought to sixty years;
While all th' admiring world do justly own
Their present wonder, fix'd on him alone—
Him whom no pow'r can force, no art persuade [fol. 398.]
To shake that basis so securely laid
On inborn virtue, which maintains its reign
While all the storms of fortune rage in vain.
He thro' the dusky gloom more bright does shine,