On the other hand, Whitefield had burst upon the public as a blazing comet. His fame was trumpeted throughout London. Even poets began to make him the subject of their metrical compositions. The following was published in the _Gentleman's Magazine_ for November, 1737:-- "TO THE REV. Mr. WHITEFIELD, ON HIS DESIGN FOR GEORGIA. "How great, how just thy zeal, advent'rous youth! To spread, in heathen climes, the light of truth! Go, loved of heaven! with every grace refined, Inform, enrapture each dark Indian's mind; Grateful, as when to realms long hid from day, The cheerful dawn foreshows the solar ray. How great thy charity! whose large embrace Intends th' eternal weal of all thy race; Prompts thee, the rage of winds and seas to scorn, T' effect the work for which thy soul was born. What multitudes, whom Pagan dreams deceive, Shall, when they hear thy powerful voice, believe! On Georgia's shore, thy Wesley shall attend, To hail the wished arrival of his friend; With joy the promised harvest he surveys, And to his Lord for faithful lab'rers prays: Though crowded temples here would plead thy stay, Yet haste, blest prophet! on thy destined way. Be gentle, winds! and breathe an easy breeze! Be clear, ye skies! and smooth, ye flowing seas! From heaven, ye guardian angels! swift descend, Delighted his blest mission to attend; Which shall from Satan's power whole nations free, While half the world to Jesus bow the knee. Long as Savannah, peaceful stream! shall glide, Your worth renowned shall be extended wide; Children as yet unborn shall bless your lore, Who thus, to save them, left your native shore. Th' Apostles thus, with ardent zeal inspired, To gain _all nations_ for their Lord desired. They measured seas, a life laborious knew, And num'rous converts to their Master drew; Whose alleluias, on th' ethereal plains, Rise scarce beneath the bright seraphic strains."