Which Acre’s hero set afloat
The Treasury Bench to show,
Demurest of the placeman kind,
The gentle Castlereagh[31] reclin’d,
Gazed on the Thames below
His tail, which he so lately turn’d,
The face which ne’er with shame had burn’d.
His powerful grasp of paws!
The coat which he had often chang’d
His ears still left, and eyes which rang’d