Till, led by thee o’er many a cliff sublime,
He found a warmer world, a milder clime,
A home to rest, a shelter to defend,
Peace and repose, a Briton and a friend![5]
Congenial Hope! thy passion-kindling power,
How bright, how strong, in youth’s untroubled hour!
On yon proud height, with Genius hand in hand,
I see thee light, and wave thy golden wand.
“Go, child of Heaven! (thy wingèd words proclaim)
’Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame?