No alien's aid the noble parent sought,
No manners trivial were her offspring taught;
To think, to act, by Wisdom's sacred law
She bade them learn, and copy what they saw;
The docile mind she rais'd by themes divine,
Who form'd each glitt'ring orb, who bade them shine!
Thus taught to gaze, to wonder, and adore,
They knew, they lov'd, obey'd Eternal Pow'r:
Genius of B RITAIN ! bid those days return,
For T HEE , for V IRTUE , let each bosom burn.