Mayhap, in literary Owhyhee
Displace the native wooden gods, or be
The China-Lar of a Canadian shelf!
XIII.
It is not modesty that bids thee hide—
She never wastes her blushes out of sight:
It is not to invite
The world's decision, for thy fame is tried,—
And thy fair deeds are scatter'd far and wide,
Even royal heads are with thy readers reckon'd,—