’Tis the chief of all lands, and yet can not wait
On continent, hemisphere, empire, or state.
Though ne’er in Great Britain suspected to lower,
’Tis the heart of each quarter of that mighty power;
It always belonged to the animal race,
In the mineral kingdom they gave it a place,
And, being impartial, they could not deny,
The vegetable order its virtue to try;
And yet, since creation, it never was known
In beast, bird, or fish, root, branch, stem, or stone.