Some hearts once pregnant with celestial fire,
Hands that might well have done their country right,
Or wak’d to extacy the Muse’s lyre.
But Science, tho’ she led their early youth,
Beheld her power to politics give way;
Accurst self-int’rest hid the face of truth
And party zeal assum’d unrivall’d sway.
Perhaps some Calvin, in whose restless brain
Things call’d Reform Bills lurk’d, (a specious brood,)
Perhaps some Catiline might head their train,