Loudly asserts thy signal power;
In this reward may’st thou rejoice,
In modest Labour’s silent hour,
Far from those seats, where envious leagues,
And dark cabals, and base intrigues
Exclude meek merit from its proper Home;
Where Art, whom Royalty forbade to roam,
Against thy Talents closed her self-dishonour’d Dome.
When partial pride, or mean neglect,
The nerves of injur’d Genius gall,