His Nobler pursuits kept in reservation.
A Gallant Army, in the finest state,
Panting for glory, did his nod await.
The toils, and labours of the late Campaigns,
His great exertions, all his cares, and Pains,
Were well repaid—for now he could fulfil
The boldest object of his Mighty Will.
Now busy rumour of anticipation
Whispers the general movement from each Station.
And now the Staff, with air of consequence,