HARDINGE! whom Camden's voice, and Camden's fame, To noble thoughts, and high attempts excite; Whom thy learn'd Sire's well-polish'd lays invite, To kindle in thy breast Phoebean flame: Oh, rise! oh, emulate their lives, and claim The glorious meed of many a studious night, And many a day spent in asserting right; Repressing wrong, and bringing fraud to shame! Nor let the glare of Wealth, or Pleasure's bowers, Allure thy fancy — think how Tully shown; Think how Demosthenes with heavenly fire Shook Philip's throne, and lighten'd o'er his towers. What gave them strength? — not eloquence alone, But minds elate above each low desire.
