Here pause, my Gothic lyre, a little while.
The leisure hour is all that thou can'st claim.
But on this verse if MONTAGU should smile,
New strains, ere long, shall animate thy frame:
And his applause to me is more than fame;
For still with truth accords his taste refined.
At lucre or renown let others aim,
I only wish to please the gentle mind,
Whom Nature's charms inspire, and love of humankind.
THE
MINSTREL;
BOOK SECOND.
_Doctrina sed vim promovet insitam,
Rectique cultus pectora roborant._