His bannered Lion to a genet tames,
Follows his aged sire to France, and flings
Iberia’s crown to earth beneath the Usurper’s wings!
VI.
“Oh, wretched mockery of the forms of State,
Oh, farce of Royalty to choke the town!
The sire to-day submits his brow to Fate,
The son to-morrow yieldeth too his crown;
The sire resumes it ’neath Napoléon’s frown,