Adam’s basis gave way, so the Pillar fell down.
Rare Runnymede, &c.
By the magical touch of his heaven-tun’d lyre,
Amphion, the Theban King, wonders effected;
Stones erst in confusion his sounds did inspire,
They danc’d, and we’re told tow’ring walls were erected.
Such harmonic sway this Mede doth display,
And from chaos, thus transient, can order restore;
A quick resurrection succeeds the defection,
To meet the same fate that befel it before.