Priestley’s a Saint, and Stone a Patriot still;
And La Fayette a Hero, if they will.
I love the bold uncompromising mind,
Whose principles are fix’d, whose views defined;
Who scouts and scorns, in canting Candour’s spite,
All taste in morals, innate sense of right,
And Nature’s impulse, all uncheck’d by art,
And feelings fine, that float about the heart:
Content, for good men’s guidance, bad men’s awe,
On moral truth to rest, and Gospel law.