text:  Alive as the wind-harp how lightly soever If woo'd by the Zephyr to music will quiver Is Woman to Hope and to Fear; Ah tender one! still at the shadow of grieving How quiver the chords--how thy bosom is heaving-- How trembles thy glance through the tear! Man's dominion war and labour; Might to right the Statute gave; Laws are in the Scythian's sabre; Where the Mede reign'd--see the Slave! Peace and Meekness grimly routing Prowls the War-lust rude and wild; Eris rages hoarsely shouting Where the vanish'd Graces smil'd