For I, Who Hold Sage Homer's Rule

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.