Far other objects here around us rise,
The monuments of nobler victories.
This splendid dome, yon goodly piles behold,
This favour’d ground adorning, which of old
Our first great Chief, a patriot Hero, chose
“For Learning’s triumph o’er her barbarous foes[33]:”
These are her honourable trophies; here
No spoils of plunder’d provinces appear.
Our hallow’d fanes, our lofty spires, were built
By pure and bounteous hands unsoil’d with guilt.