THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 3j 



That held the pageant honours in difdain. 

 Then burft the people's voice, in loud acclaim, 590 



And bad him be their Father. At the word, 

 The honour'd blood, that warm'd him., flufh'd his cheek ; 

 His brow expanded ; his exalted ftep 

 March'd firmer; gracioufly he bow'd the head, 

 And was the Sire they call'd him. " Tell me, King," 595 

 Young Ammon cried, while o'er his bright'ning form 

 He caft the gaze of wonder, " how a foul 

 " Like thine could bear the toils of Penury ?" 

 " Oh grant me, Gods!" he anfwer'd, " fo to bear 

 *' This load of Royalty. My toil was crown'd 600 



<f With bleflings loft to Kings ; yet, righteous Powers ! 



" If to my country ye transfer the boon, 



P 

 " I triumph in the lofs. Be mine the chains 



" That fetter Sov'reignty ; let Sidon fmile 



* With, your beft bleffings, Liberty and Peace." 605 



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