Just hinting, by that gentle sign, How little Nature holds it true, That what is call'd an ancient line, From Dukes' they pass'd to regal phizzes, And cried, "How could such monstrous quizzes "In Beauty's name usurp the throne!". They then wrote essays, pamphlets, books, Which made the King try various looks, And satires at the Court were levell'd, At length-but here I drop the veil, To spare some loyal folks' sensations; Besides, what follow'd is the tale Of all such late-enlighten'd nations; Of all to whom old Time discloses A truth they should have sooner known— That Kings have neither rights nor noses A whit diviner than their own. FABLE III. THE TORCH OF LIBERTY. I SAW it all in Fancy's glass- 'Twas like a torch-race—such as they I saw th' expectant nations stand, To catch the coming flame in turn ; I saw, from ready hand to hand, The clear, though struggling, glory burn. And, oh, their joy, as it came near, And, each, as she receiv'd the flame, From ALBION first, whose ancient shrine The splendid gift then GALLIA took, The brand aloft, its sparkles shook, As she would set the world a-blazing ! Thus kindling wild, so fierce and high That ALBION, to that fire too nigh, Shrunk back, and shudder'd at its glare! Next, SPAIN, so new was light to her, Leap'd at the torch-but, ere the spark That fell upon her shrine could stir, 'Twas quench'd-and all again was dark. Yet, no- — not quench'd—a treasure, worth Who next receiv'd the flame? alas, Scarce had her fingers touch'd the torch, She dropp'd it to the earth-and fled. And fall'n it might have long remain'd; But GREECE, who saw her moment now, Caught up the prize, though prostrate, stain'd, And wav'd it round her beauteous brow. |