Genius of a suffering land, Whom the curst Enchanter's hand Vex'd with bonds and worse disdain, Well have you dash'd off your chain, Well have you repaid him now, And must wear a laurell'd brow Of a grace and of a hue, Such as Conquest's merer crew Never could have won for you. Only when you take to wing, Seat you now in well-earn'd state, The Genius here gracefully making an obeisance moves on towards the side-scene, and then quitting his chariot, which is borne away, turns round and ascends for his throne a portion of the cloud, which the cherubs roll off for that purpose. When he is seated, he puts on his crown, and Mabiel proclaims,— So our Goddess, wise and free, Wills that every crown should be :- Trumpets as before :-an Austrian march ;-enter a similar Genius in a car sculptured with instruments of war and music, a silver eagle standing on the frontedge. Liberty in the same manner presents him with a crown, and addresses him : Genius of a suffering land, Whom the curst Enchanter's hand Pluck'd from your old towering height, Well have you repaid him now, And must wear a laurell'd brow Of a grace and of a hue, Such as Conquest's merer crew Never could have won for you. Only this remember well 'Tis not age and height alone Can secure the staidest throne From the reach of Change or Death,— But an eye to all beneath, And an air kept pure for me Life-supplying Liberty. Seat you now in well-earn'd state, The Genius takes his seat by the side of the preceding one, and puts on his laurel, upon which Phaniel proclaims,—— So our Goddess, wise and free, Wills that every crown should be : This is the true sovereignty. Trumpets as before :-a Russian march ;-enter a similar Genius in a car of chrystal ice sculptured with instruments of war and with scaffolded cities, a golden eagle standing on the front-edge. Liberty presents him with the crown, and addresses him : Genius of a rising land, Whom the foil'd Enchanter's hand And must wear a laurell'd brow Such as Conquest's merer crew Never could have won for you. Would you make it nobler still? There's a land was heap'd with ill By sinning pow'rs that rul'd before you, And your own asserted reason, Be esteem'd; and may the ray } Stretch into your distant sphere, Without the storms that brought it here. Seat you now in well-earn'd state, While the pomps we celebrate. The Genius here moves round the scene, so as to return to the side at which he entered, and seats himself opposite to the preceding one; then putting on his laurel, Mabiel proclaims : So our Goddess, wise and free, Wills that every crown should be :-- Trumpets as before. Britons, strike home; enter a similar Genius, but with a laurel already on his head, and a halo of light also about it. He is in a car sculptured with emblems of all the arts, a golden lion standing on the front-edge. Liberty smilingly spreads forth her hand at his approach, and addresses him :— |