Tho’ unregarded till they’re seen,
They both exist beneath the screen,
And Sol returning, grandeur near,
The passions rise, and shapes appear:
And e’en a dove, the Fable tells,
Begirt with pow’r a tyrant swells—
Thus runs the tale—Between the Kite
And Doves there chanc’d a fatal fight,
Before his force their numbers fled,
The victor on the captives fed—