From BACTRIA's vales to BRITAIN'S shore What time the CROWN IMPERIAL came, Full high the stately stranger bore The honours of his birth and name. In all the pomp of eastern state, Each flower of humbler birth obey. O, that the child unborn might hear, Through purple meads, and spicy gales, Where STRYMON's* silver waters play, While far from hence their goddess dwells, She rules with delegated sway. The Ionian Strymon. That sway the CROWN IMPERIAL sought, A rival called the MEADOW'S QUEEN. "In climes of orient glory born, "Where beauty first and empire grew; "Where first unfolds the golden morn, "Where richer falls the fragrant dew: "In light's ethereal beauty drest, "Behold," he cried, "the favoured flower, "Which FLORA's high commands invest "With ensigns of imperial power! "Where prostrate vales, and blushing meads, "And bending mountains own his sway, "While PERSIA's lord his empire leads, "And bids the trembling world obey; E "While blood bedews the straining bow, "Then lowly bow, ye British flowers! "Confess your monarch's mighty sway, "And own the only glory yours, "When fear flies trembling to obey." He said, and sudden o'er the plain, With modest air, and milder strain, "If vain of birth, of glory vain, "Or fond to bear a regal name, "The pride of folly brings disdain, "And bids me urge a tyrant's claim: "If war my peaceful realms assail, "Or feel one joy in nature's fall. "Then may each justly vengeful flower "Pursue her Queen with generous strife, "Nor leave the hand of lawless power "Such compass on the scale of life. "One simple virtue all my pride! "The wish that flies to misery's aid; "The balm that stops the crimson tide*, "And heals the wounds that war has made." The property of that flowes. |