To the Honourable Mr. Erskine
- 1When British Freedom for an happier land
- 2Spread her broad wings, that
flutter'd with affright,
- 3ERSKINE! thy voice she heard, and
paus'd her flight
- 4Sublime of hope, for dreadless thou didst stand
- 5(Thy censer glowing with the hallow'd flame)
- 6A hireless Priest before the insulted shrine,
- 7And at her altar pour the stream
divine
- 8Of unmatch'd eloquence. Therefore thy name
- 9Her sons shall venerate, and cheer
thy breast
- 10With blessings heaven-ward breath'd. And when the doom
- 11Of Nature bids thee die, beyond the tomb
- 12Thy light shall shine: as sunk beneath the West
- 13Though the great Summer Sun eludes our gaze,
- 14Still burns wide Heaven with his
distended blaze.