XVI.

A sun to which 'tis hard our eyes to raise!
Though shining round, it pours each beam of day,
In every drop lights up a mirrored blaze,
And lends each blade of grass a kindred ray;

XVII.

Encircling Spirit known to human Thought,
By Reason watching o'er its own domain,
By Truth severe to brooding Conscience taught,
By Aims which time would strive to bound in vain.

XVIII.

Such flight of soul was hers, and thus she rose
Above the mist and turmoil thickening round,
Breathed purer air that o'er Cephisus blows,
And culled the wreaths that on its banks abound.

XIX.

Not long she knew this quiet. Loud the shout
Of tumult thickening on in heady strain;
And murmured, roared, and echoed all about,
Breaks forth the dizzy cry, Long live Queen Jane!

XX.

Back falls the Chamber door; and lo! a crowd
Of judge, and counsellor, prelate, knight and peer;
Swords, plumes, and jewels, fronts with victory proud,
And snow-white heads are bent her will to hear.