JOHNSON, the Socrates of modern days, Who must as often as he's named have praise, Who in an age where talents sought their way Through various routes of taste — caprice, or pay, Though pressed by Poverty on every side, Yet with a manly, firm — intrepid stride, Form'd from himself a school of moral truth, As guides for age — as institutes for youth, His own example beaming through the whole, In all the spotless purity of soul.
