To him, whose taste with just and curious eye Compares the trophies of poetic praise By early Grecia won with Latian lays, Or aught of later date that dares to vie, Gallic or Tuscan, with the classic fame Of ancient genius; and to him, whose mind, Enkindled by the Muse's sacred flame, Thinks into birth creations of her own Worthy immortal life, great souls inshrin'd Above earth's grosser sphere, to such alone, Like Hayley candid to a rival claim, Sole arbiters on Criticism's throne, The British Muse brings, with triumphant aim, Her richest tablet grac'd with SEWARD'S name.
