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, 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 And must wear a laurell'd brow Such as Conquest's merer crew 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, For this good deed and all the rest; 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, (For he felt a strange impression Still it's pointed green retains, 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, 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, A tender word to slip from heav'n with smiles. |