Calls from their woodland haunts the savage train
With sounding horn, and counts them on the plain—
So once, at Heaven’s command, the wanderers came
To Eden’s shade, and heard their various name.
“Far from the world, in yon sequestered clime,
Slow pass the sons of Wisdom more sublime;
Calm as the fields of Heaven his sapient eye
The loved Athenian lifts to realms on high,
Admiring Plato, on his spotless page,
Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage:[8]