O worthy pair! for this, when ye inhabit

Bodies of birds—(if so the spirit shifts

From flesh to feather)—when the clown uplifts

His hand against the sparrow's nest, to grab it,—

He shall not harm the Martins and the Swifts!

IV.

Ah! when Dean Swift was quick, how he enhanc'd

The horse!—and humbled biped man like Plato!

But now he's dead, the charger is mischanc'd—

Gone backward in the world—and not advanc'd,—