Stands holding out her laurel crown,
And where King Charles (though he has known
But seven more years of youth than thou),
Is plucking crowns from Europe’s brow,
And keeping none except his own.
“At length I won at fifteen years
My mother’s blessing, and with tears
Embraced her, and to camp I went;
And there my life has since been spent,
And has shone true as beacon rays