Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires, And rockets flew, self-driven, To hang their momentary fires Amid the vault of Heaven. So fire with water to compare, Up-spouted by a whale in air, Had all the pageants of the world In one procession join'd, And all the banners been unfurl'd For no such sight had England's Queen Forsaken her retreat, Where, George recover'd made a scene Sweet always, doubly sweet. Yet glad she came that night to prove, A witness undescried, How much the object of her love Was lov'd by all beside. Darkness the skies had mantled o'er Darkness, O Queen! ne'er call'd before On borrow'd wheels away she flies, Resolv'd to be unknown, And gratify no curious eyes That night, except her own. Arriv'd, a night like noon she sees, As all by instinct, like the bees, Had known their sov'reign come. Pleas'd she beheld aloft pourtray'd On many a splendid wall, Emblems of health, and heav'nly aid, And George the theme of all. Unlike the ænigmatic line, So difficult to spell, Which shook Belshazzar at his wine, The night his city fell. Soon, wat❜ry grew her eyes and dim, But with a joyful tear, None else, except in pray'r for him, George ever drew from her. It was a scene in every part Like those in fable feign'd, And seem'd by some magician's art Created and sustain❜d. But other magic there, she knew, Had been exerted none, To raise such wonders in her view, That cordial thought her spirits cheer'd, And through the cumb'rous, throng, Not else unworthy to be fear'd, Convey'd her calm along. So, ancient poets say, serene The sea-maid rides the waves, And fearless of the billowy scene With more than astronomic eyes She view'd the sparkling show; One Georgian star adorns the skies, She myriads found below. Yet let the glories of a night Like that, once seen, suffice, Heav'n grant us no such future sight, THE COCK-FIGHTER'S GARLAND. [MAY, 1789.] MUSE-Hide his name of whom I sing, For his sake into scorn, Nor speak the School from which he drew The much or little that he knew, Nor Place where he was born. That such a man once was, may seem Perchance may credit win) |