The Meanest Flowret Of The Vale, /

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

Some Village Hampden, That With Dauntless Breast The Little Tyrant Of His Fields Withstood, Some Mute Inglorious Milton Here May Rest, Some Cromwell Guiltless Of His Country's Blood.

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.

Ruin Seize Thee, Ruthless King! Confusion On Thy Banners Wait! Though Fann'd By Conquest's Crimson Wing, They Mock The Air With Idle State.