A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

Ye sons of song, rejoice!

Veeshnoo has still'd the jarring elements,

The spheres hymn music;

Again the god of day

Peeps forth with trembling ray,

Wakes, from their humid caves, the sleeping Nine,

And pours at intervals a strain divine.

'I have an iron yet in the fire,' cried Yamen;

'The vollied flame rides in my breath,

My blast is elemental death;