Higher and brighter o’er the heads of men,
Blaze in their sight—no meteor, shortlived, vain,
But rule them like the Day-God; then to him
The Senate and the Court should open their gates,
The mammon-loving City name his name,
His old ancestral mansion rear its head,
And he would dwell at ease, for all abroad
He should behold the lands his fathers held,
And breathe again his genial native air.
Nature and he should both their youth renew,