Assumes his reins, and shakes his rod;

How gaily, like a smiling boy,

He seems his triumphs to enjoy,

And looks as innocently mild

As if he were indeed a child!

But in that meekness who shall tell

What vengeance sleeps, what terrors dwell?

By him are tamed the fierce—the bold

And haughty are by him controll’d; 10

The hero of th’ ensanguined field