Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Parody
As when an alderman just dubb’d a knight,
Doth his fat comrades to a feast invite;
His eager hand uplifts the deep tureen,
Beneath whose lid the smoking turtle’s seen;
Around the chair the ready waiters roll,
To fill the plate of every hungry soul.
O’er all the room the grateful odours spread,
And nods with pleasure every civic head;