Rising, or sinking in the deep,
And, as it hangs in mid heaven flaming,
The homage of some nation claiming.
“This nation to the Eagle cowers;
Fit ensign! she’s a bird of spoil:—
Like worships like! for each devours
The earnings of another’s toil.
I’ve felt her talons and her beak,
And now the gentler Lion seek.
“The Lion, at the Monarch’s feet