Thus a bard attun’d his lay:
Bright Reflection, child of heav’n,
Noblest gift to mortals given,
Goddess of the pensive eye,
Glancing thro’ eternity,
Rob’d in intellectual light,
Come, with all thy charms bedight.
Tho’ nor fame, nor splendid worth,
Mark’d thy humble vot’ry’s birth,
Snatch’d by thee from cank’ring care,