In higher order, fitted and impelled

By Wisdoom's finest hand, and issuing all.

In general good. The sage Historic Muse

Should next conduct us through the deeps of time,

Show us how the empire grew, declined, and fell

In scattered states; what makes the nations smile,

In Nature's richest lap. As thus we talked,

Our hearts would burn within us, would inhale

That portion of divinity, that ray

Of purest Heaven which lights the public soul

these ardent risings of the kindling soul