Charles Lloyd - After Seeing "Rob Roy" at Covent Garden lyrics

Macready! thou hast pleased me much; till now (And yet I would not thy fine powers arraign) I did not think thou hadst that livelier vein Nor that clear open spirit on thy brow. Come, I will crown thee with Apollo's bough; Mine is a humble branch, yet not in vain Given, if the few I sing shall not disdain To wear the little wreaths that I bestow:-- There is a buoyant air, a pa**ionate tone That breathes about thee, lighting up thine eye With fire and freedom; it becomes thee well. It is the bursting of a good seed sown Beneath a cold and artificial sky; It is genius overmastering its spell.