XVII

Will to be noble! Austrian Metternich

Can fix no yoke unless the neck agree;

      And thine is like the lion's when the thick

Dews shudder from it, and no man would be

      The stroker of his mane, much less would prick

His nostril with a reed. When nations roar

      Like lions, who shall tame them, and defraud

Of the due pasture by the river-shore?

      Roar, therefore! shake your dew-laps dry abroad.

The amphitheatre with open door

      Leads back upon the benches who applaud

The last spear-thruster!