O’er youth’s gay breast, with boundless joy we view,
The objects to our ravish’d senses new,
And hail the sun, whose glorious rays bestow
Such vary’d beauties on Creation’s form:
So when we wond’ring see a mighty mind,
Sent to delight, instruct, and guide mankind,
Our breasts with rapt’rous praises, kindling warm—
Sudden we see its shade,—and backward start,
Checking the loud applause;—in measur’d pace,
Comes cold Discretion with her doubting face,