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Far, far removed! from want, from hope, from fear!
Enchanting music lull'd your infant ear,
Obeisant praises sooth'd your infant heart:
Emblazonments and old ancestral crests,
With many a bright obstrusive form of art,
Detain'd your eye from nature: stately vests,
That veiling strove to deck your charms divine,
Rich viands, and the pleasurable wine,
Were your's unearn'd by toil; nor could you see
The unenjoying toiler's misery.
And yet, free Nature's uncorrupted child,
You hail'd the Chapel and the Platform wild,
Where once the Austrian fell
Beneath the shaft of Tell!
O Lady, nurs'd in pomp and pleasure!
Whence learnt you that heroic measure?
There crowd your finely-fibred frame,
All living faculties of bliss:
And Genius to your cradle came,
His forehead wreath'd with lambent flame,
And bending low, with godlike kiss
Breath'd in a more celestial life!
But boasts not many a fair compeer
