O Britain, Parent of illustrious Names, Whilst o'er thy Annals Memory shoots her Eye, How the Heart glows, rapt with high-wondering Love, And emulous Esteem! Hail, Sydney, hail! Whether Arcadian blythe, by Fountain clear, Piping thy Love lays wild, or Spartan bold, In Freedom's Van distinguish'd, Sydney, hail! Oft o'er thy laurell'd Tomb, from Hands unseen, Fall Flowers; oft in the Vales of Penshurst fair Menalcas, stepping from his Evening Fold, Listeneth strange Music, from the tiny Breath Of fairy Minstrels warbled, which of old, Dancing to thy sweet Lays, they learned well.
