See, sweetly cluster’d, that gigantic vine,[107]
Whose globes ambrosial swell with virgin wine? * * *
There you behold, enthroned in majesty—
With all the honors due to royalty
And state—the sovereign source of harmony!
* * * * *
A thousand branches stretch out far and wide,
And every branch adds to her queenly pride:
Yet she hath many sorrows to endure;
For, as the season comes from year to year,