But mark! — Swift passing through the buoyant air
Yon gloried car a nobler tribute bear!
See Handel, source of sweet majestic strains,
Direct his flight to these his favourite plains.
Behold him now with mute attention pause,
Now join, with rapture bright, the just applause.
Since Handel then approves the lovely dame,
And stamps his fiat on her lasting fame,
From lov'd Parnassus' height desced, ye Nine,
And round her brows your brightest laurels twine.