SOPHIA tempts me to her social walls,
That ’mid the vast Metropolis arise,
Where splendour dazzles, and each pleasure vies
In soft allurement; and each science calls
To philosophic domes, harmonious halls,
And storied galleries. With duteous sighs,
Filial and kind, and with averted eyes,
I meet the gay temptation, as it falls
From a seducing pen.—Here—here I stay,
Fix’d by Affection’s power; nor entertain
One latent wish, that might persuade to stray
From my aged nurseling, in his life’s dim wane;
But, like the needle, by the magnet’s sway,
My constant trembling residence maintain.