On her soft lap the fondling grew.
The Seasons came his birth to greet,
And pour’d their choicest at his feet;
The Dryads quaintly curl’d his locks;
Nymphs, Fauns, and Satyrs rush’d in flocks,
Pleas’d in such Fairy-land to dwell,
And peopled every bower and dell.
Kings mark’d the consecrated ground;
And Power protective watch’d around.
Long Mercia sat beside enthron’d;[[41]]