University of Virginia Library

To Mr. Stanley after his return from France.

Bewitched Senses do you lie
And cast some shadow o're mine eye,
Or do I noble Stanley see,
What! may I trust you, is it he?
Confesse and yet be graduall,
Lest suddain joy so heavy fall
Upon my soul, and sink unto
A deeper Agony of woe:
Tis he, tis he, we are no more
A barb'rous Nation, he brought o're
As much Humanity, as may
Well Civilize America;
More Learning then might Athens raise
To Glory in her proudest dayes.
With reason might the boyling main
Be calm, and hoary Neptune chain
Those winds that might disturbers be
Whiles our Apollo was at sea;
And made her for all knowledge stand
In competition with the land:
Had but the curteous Delphins heard
One note of his, they would have dar'd
To quit the waters, to enjoy
In banishment such melody;
And had the Mimick Proteus known
H'had left his ugly herd, and grown
A curious Siren, to betray
This young Ulysses to some stay;
But juster fates denied, nor would
Another Land that Genius hold,
As could, beyond all wonder hurld,
Fathom the Intellectuall world:
But whither runne I, I intend
To welcome onely, not commend;
But that thy virtues render it
No private, but a Publick debt.