Hence! avaunt! ’tis sacred ground.
Recitative.
From yonder realms of ministerial sway
Bursts on my ear th’ applauding lay:
There sit the pension’d sage, the peer prophane,
The few whom interest gives to reign
O’er every unborn place or yet unclaim’d domain,
Deep in the nation’s business they,
Yet hither oft a glance from high,
They send of triumph and of joy,