The busy birds, with nice selection, cull
Soft thistle-down, gray moss, and scatter'd wool;
Far from each prying eye the nest prepare,
...
Descend, ye hovering Sylphs! aerial Quires,
And sweep with little hands your silver lyres;
...
Roll on, ye starts! exult in youthful prime,
Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time;
...
AND NOW THE GODDESS with attention sweet
Turns to the GNOMES, that circle round her feet;
...
Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height,
O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight;
Sought, with bold eye, amid the bloody strife,
...
STAY YOUR RUDE STEPS! whose throbbing breasts infold
The legion-fiends of Glory, or of Gold!
...
Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,
And with wide arms the indignant storm repels;
High on a rock amid the troubled air
...
AGAIN the GODDESS speaks!-glad Echo swells
The tuneful tones along her shadowy dells,
...
Now the broad Sun his golden orb unshrouds,
Flames in the west, and paints the parted clouds;
...
And now the Goddess founds her silver shell,
And shakes with deeper tones the inchanted dell;
...