Only this remember well
For your surest counter-spell,

'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,

While the pomps we celebrate.

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
Reach'd but to recoil with pain,
Well have you repuls'd his 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.

Would you make it nobler still?

There's a land was heap'd with ill

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By sinning pow'rs that rul'd before you,
Whose repentant pains implore you,
Joining with this free-voic'd season,

And your own asserted reason,
To restore it. Do, and blest

For this good deed and all the rest;
Be esteem'd; and may the ray
Which you've help'd to clear away,

Stretch into your distant sphere,

Without the storms that brought it here.

Seat you now in well-earn'd state,

While the romps 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 :--

This is the true sovereignty.

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 sculp

tured 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 :-

Genius of a glorious land,

Whom the vex'd Enchanter's hand

Never yet could venture near,
Spell-bound with a marble fear,

(For he felt a strange impression
From your eyes' free self-possession,
And the ring of watery light
Rippling round your forehead white,)
Long have you my laurels worn ;
And though some under leaves be torn
Here and there, yet what remains

Still it's pointed green retains,
And still an easy shade supplies
To your calm-kept, watchful eyes.
Only would you keep it bright'ning,
And it's power to shake the light'ning
Harmless down it's glossy ears,

Suffer not so many years

To try what they can bend and spoil,

But oftener in its native soil

Let the returning slip renew

It's upward sap and equal hue;

And wear it then, with glory shaded,
Till the spent earth itself be faded.
Seat you now in your old state,

While the pomps we celebrate.

The Genius here rides round the scene like the former one, and then takes his seat opposite to the one that entered first, so as to be the nearest on the right hand of Liberty; upon which Phaniel proclaims,

So our Goddess, wise and free,

Wills that every crown should be :

This is the true sovereignty.

A flourish of concluding music from the Genii. Liberty speaks :

Phaniel and Mabiel, sparkling servants mine,
You know what blessing we must first invoke
From the clear sky. These noble Spirits here
Will join to charm her down. She is all heart,
Affectionate and quick, and only waits

A tender word to slip from heav'n with smiles.