Here will I hold. If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Thro' all her works), He must delight in virtue; And that wh… - Joseph Addison

If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue.

When hosts of foes with foes engage, And round th' anointed hero rage, The cleaving fauchion I misguide, And turn the feather'd shaft aside.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!