"Whence art thou, gracious Presence? Art thou sent
" From heaven, an angel minister, to bless
"These favour'd seats? for that excelling form
" Bespeaks thee more than man; "in wonder wrapt
Thus Isis cry'd, while on her margent green
In youthful grace how amiable! stood
Britannia's rising hope. With stedfast eye
Long time she gaz'd unsatisfied, and mark'd
Each godlike thought, that imag'd on his look
With strong reflection shone, the undoubted pledge
Of future deeds: tho' yet was Cressy's plain
Unstain'd with slaughter: nor had Gallia's king
His ravag'd crown yet mourn'd; nor deem'd, that soon
Wou'd dawn the luckless day, when he must drag
The galling bond of sore captivity,
The gaze of clustering multitudes, and deck
The glorious triumph of a British boy. —