First Englishman to hail my country's scions —
Henry, Boon, Washington, — in courtly rhyme!
" Still one great clime in full and free defiance
Yet rears her crest unconquered and sublime, "
And hears thy trumpet of la belle alliance :
Tyrtaeus, to whose overture we chime!
Old friends are dearest: as I read agog,
In youth the rich invective of thy verse,
I stood beside the trophy of thy dog
At Newstead, as by tender Æsop's hearse,
And felt that man and nature were thy debtors,
That thou wert noble by thy discontent,
That thou hadst widened heart and thought and letters
And breathed afar the glorious Occident.