I. 22
“That they should branch and bud for him,
“That art should force their blossoms and their fruit,
“And re-create for him whate’er
“Was lost in Paradise.
“Therefore at Shedad’s voice
“Here towered the palm, a silver trunk,
“The fine gold net-work growing out
“Loose from its rugged boughs.
“Tall as the Cedar of the mountain, here
“Rose the gold branches, hung with emerald leaves,
“Blossom’d with pearls, and rich with ruby fruit.
“O Ad! my country! evil was the day
“That thy unhappy sons
“Crouch’d at this Nimrod’s throne,
“And placed him on the pedestal of power,
“And laid their liberties beneath his feet,
“Robbing their children of the heritance
“Their fathers handed down.
“What was to him the squander’d wealth?
“What was to him the burthen of the land,
“The lavished misery?
“He did but speak his will,
“And, like the blasting Siroc of the East,
“That art should force their blossoms and their fruit,
“And re-create for him whate’er
“Was lost in Paradise.
“Therefore at Shedad’s voice
“Here towered the palm, a silver trunk,
“The fine gold net-work growing out
“Loose from its rugged boughs.
“Tall as the Cedar of the mountain, here
“Rose the gold branches, hung with emerald leaves,
“Blossom’d with pearls, and rich with ruby fruit.
“O Ad! my country! evil was the day
“That thy unhappy sons
“Crouch’d at this Nimrod’s throne,
“And placed him on the pedestal of power,
“And laid their liberties beneath his feet,
“Robbing their children of the heritance
“Their fathers handed down.
“What was to him the squander’d wealth?
“What was to him the burthen of the land,
“The lavished misery?
“He did but speak his will,
“And, like the blasting Siroc of the East,
