O thou, whose pow'r surpass the bounds of praise,
Omniscient Being, heav'n's eternal King!
Who can'st, from void and impotent nothing, raise
The meanest worm — thy mightiest deeds to sing.

Unlearn'd, untaught, in Education's page,
The humble rustic pin'd awhile unknown;
'Till thou, Infinite, didst her cause engage,
And form'd ideas — to magnify thy own.

Fashion'd each thought with supernat'ral sense,
And " Fancy bade " with heav'nly ardour glow;
Then deign to accept th' grateful recompence,
The hymn of praise — 'tis all she can bestow.

Illumin'd Yearsley, whose prolific mind
Teems with Imagination's noblest flights;
Around thy head be bloomless laurels twin'd,
Serene thy days, and joyous be thy nights.

Long may sweet Inspiration fire thy breast,
And future lays illustrious Virtue tend;
Lays that in lofty flowing numbers dress'd,
Have prov'd thee Nature's universal friend.

What tho' no pedigree thy name enrol,
Bristol shall long its rural minstrel hail;
While Fame records her to each distant pole,
The admir'd poetress of Clifton Dale .