Thy version, classic Bard, of WIELAND'S tale, A tale almost too wild for fairy land, Transferr'd to Britain by thy magic wand, Spreads native charms that must with all prevail, Charms justly valued in the moral scale. Genius the work in full luxuriance plann'd, And the bold touches of thy master-hand Add force and elegance that could not fail. In OBERON is seen no wanton sprite, Dispos'd to gambol with poor human kind, Severe his test, but leading to delight, Such as in Virtue's paths we always find, Where wisdom, happiness, and truth unite, The best of treasures for reflecting mind.
