A fav'rite has no friend!
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.