Just sent from the regions above;
And smiling she whisper’d this truth in his ear,
Thy lays breathe the spirit of Jove.
To his side came the Muse of the bowl and the blade,
To hail him great Prince of her art;
Whilst Comedy near, all those dimples display’d
That gave a brisk pulse to the heart.
Bright Genius approach’d him with pleasing respect,
In her arms a young eagle she bore,
To shew, if unshackl’d by icy neglect,