Or with new life relumed the swimming eye.

On Freedom's foes their own attempts repay; Relume her sacred fire so near suppressed, And fix her shrine in every Roman breast: Though bold corruption boast around the land, "Let virtue, if she can, my baits withstand!"

And where upon a sculptured stone The ruined arch beside, A hoary, bronzed, and wrinkled crone The twirling distaff plied, Love with exalted Reason fraught In Plato's accents came, And Truth by Paul sublimely taught Relumed her virgin flame.