My mighty voice in Charley’s praise,
And dream of future glories,
When Fox, with salutary sway
(Terror the Order of the Day),
Shall reign o’er King and Tories?
My mighty feelings must have way![[164]]
A toast I’ll give—a thing I’ll say,
As yet unsaid by any,—
“Our Sov’reign Lord!”—let those who doubt
My honest meaning, hear me out—