I rambled by the mountain side,
Down sylvan glades where streamlets pass
Unnumber'd, glancing as they glide
Like crystal serpents through the grass....
And there the state I ruled from far,
And bade the winds to blow for me,
In succour to our ships of war,
That plough'd the Briton's rebel sea;
Oft boasting how the might of Spain
The world's old columns far outran,