Humanity's bright image to impair. br Scorn laid thee prostrate in the deepest dust; br Wit wages ceaseless war on all that's fair,-- br In angel and in God it puts no trust; br The bosom's treasures it would make its prey,-- br Besieges fancy,--dims e'en faith's pure ray. br br Yet issuing like thyself from humble line, br Like thee a gentle shepherdess is she-- br Sweet poesy affords her rights divine, br And to the stars eternal soars with thee. br Around thy brow a glory she hath thrown; br The heart 'twas formed thee,--ever thou'lt live on! br br The world delights whate'er is bright to stain, br And in the dust to lay the glorious low; br Yet fear not! noble bosoms still remain, br That for the lofty, for the radiant glow br Let Momus serve to fill the booth with mirth; br A nobler mind loves forms of nobler worth.