Yet deem not that the lonely orison Was life’s sole business; for he also taught To rear the rustic dome, which, form’d of stone, Fair Architecture to perfection brought; The oaken wall—the roof ingenious wrought, Pictur’d the Gothic arch with willow wand, In embryo modelling those shrines of thought; Such as by Doric Tweed do sculptured stand, Whose cloisters seem as carved by Nature’s sylvan hand.