To Mr. John Milton, on His Poem Entitled Paradise Lost

O thou! the wonder of the present age! An age immerst in luxury and vice; A race of triflers; who can relish naught, But the gay issue of an idle brain: How could'st thou hope to please this tinsel race? Tho' blind, yet with the penetrating eye Of intellectual light thou dost survey The labyrinth perplex'd of heaven's decrees; And with a quill, pluck'd from an angel's wing, Dipt in the fount that laves th' eternal throne, Trace the dark paths of providence divine, " And justify the ways of God to Man."