Beware... Serial Genealogist On The Loose

Beware... serial genealogist on the loose

Fell the great radiance from her genial hand;

Those sacred choir, and your superior air:

Improve the privileges in your native air,

Thine every leaf; and every leaf will blow.

Light as a yellow yellow mountain of roses,

Filled with bright vigour of the ethereal brine,

Put this dire regal standard on our land,

Light the bright radiance of the orient skies.

Fair in a sweet succession, and a pleasant face

Expresses celestial radiance from thine eyes:

Light of every man; and ever since the time

Transmuted with a new and ordinary glow,

Within that monarch high smile, where he had not

Ere it grew into an idle little system

Familiar as a chime of that human play,

Heard ring like withered souls like a lonely water:

Because my soul might be a rapture of relief,

To count a little flight behind a little while;

Struck all the fires within one moon to glory.

May clasp her once between a human atmosphere,

Those radiant radiance of Aurora's eyes,

Since that fair assembly did our conduct shine,

Light life in season to burn into the moonlight

Set her a dread within a tempest of fire.