A REBUS.
The Greek, without whose aid fate pre-ordain’d,
That Troy had stood, nor Illion’s turretts flam’d:
An island which Apollo’s birth does claim,
A judge of Pandemonia’s dark domain!
A crescent emblem of the ceasing storm,
The country where fam’d Liberty was born.
The man who brought great natures works to light,
A semi orb, that does illume the night:
A Nymph who rides upon the ambient air,
Whose voice responds to joy, or fell dispair.
What Despots do oppose to Reason’s Laws.
The mount where Beauty’s Queen gain’d her fam’d cause:
The time when natures wrapt in soft repose,
A cave where Reasons beatific smile ne’er flow’s:
A Sage who was translated to the skies;
A principle, Columbia’s sons much prize.
What fills the frighted mariner with dismay,
A bird that does prefer dun night to day;
A city where bright truth and honour shine,
Whose laws are rear’d on sentiments divine:
An Aeronaut of courage, skill and fame,
A Town that mistress of the world did reign.
A Bard who sung the various arts of Love,
A path through which the planets yearly move:
An act that mutual pleasure does impart,
What animates and warms each feeling heart.
The initials if rightly combin’d will declare,
The name of a Trio of beautiful Lasses;
Than Pallas and Juno, or Venus more fair,
Or the Helicon maids, or the Nymphs of Parnassus.