And who (in time) knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent T’ enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident May come refin’d with th’ accents that are ours?1
ATTRIBUTION:
Musophilus. Stanza 163.
Note 1. Westward the course of empire takes its way.—Bishop Berkeley: On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America. [back]
