Anna Laetitia Barbauld - To Doctor Priestley lyrics

DECEMBER 29, 1792. Stirs not thy spirit, Priestley! as the train With low obeisance, and with servile phrase, File behind file, advance, with supple knee, And lay their necks beneath the foot of power? Burns not thy cheek indignant, when thy name, On which delighted Science loved to dwell, Becomes the bandied theme of hooting crowds? With timid caution, or with cool reserve, When e'en each reverend brother keeps aloof, Eyes the struck deer, and leaves thy naked side A mark for Power to shoot at? Let it be. “On evil days though fallen and evil tongues,” To thee, the slander of a pa**ing age Imports not. Scenes like these hold little space In his large mind, whose ample stretch of thought Grasps future periods.—Well canst thou afford To give large credit for that debt of fame Thy country owes thee. Calm thou canst consign it To the slow payment of that distant day,— If distant,—when thy name, to Freedom's joined, Shall meet the thanks of a regenerate land.