After Horace IV.15, Phœbus volentem &c.
What can unnerve us, now that Emmanuel
Brandishes so serenely the oriflamme?
Nor need he conquer lands with war, for
Weapons alone are our dreaded safeguard.
Brandenburg’s pales exclude the destroying Hun;
Westward our empire runs to the Golden Gate
And even farther, for the placid
Ocean is freckled with friendly islands.
Let the deep Danube, tainted with bigotry,
Blacken the far sea. What if the tyrant Qing
Leers at his helots, and enchanters
Strangle Iran? They will never touch us.
Here Jacob slides his arms about Simon’s neck
Safely, and Sarah banishes childbirth.
Emily quits her thuggish husband,
Deaf to the shrieks of offended Levites.
Children of freedom, now is the Pentecost!
Now our great beech waves rust-leaves upon the breeze.
Bring wine and strings, and make the evening
Mingle with dawn by the gliding river.
Thou, my Bathsheba, sing at our elfin feast –
First of grave Lincoln, scourge of the brutal South;
Then of Napoleon the mighty,
Who has established our wide dominion.