Then, O Thalia! let thy sacred shell
Wake the lofty sounds that swell
With rapture unreproved the patriot breast!
Robed in her many-colour’d vest
On Isis’ banks shall Science stand,
Waving in her bounteous hand
A wond’rous chaplet; high reward
Of toils, by public virtue dared:
And while to claim the envied meed
Fair Fame her vot’ries leads, thy voice,