Their fortitude and wisdom were a flame The wretch, who slights the bounty of the skies, And sinks, while favoured with the means to rise, The good he scorned all carried to account. And guards it with a sanction as severe As vengeance can inflict, or sinners fear: Else his own glorious rights he would disclaim, Hark! universal nature shook and groaned, Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot, And cut up all my follies by the root, I never trusted in an arm but thine, Pride falls unpitied, never more to rise, |