When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.

Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too amazed for words, Stare at the flying fleets of wondrous birds.

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.