Now nobly tow'ring o'er the rest appears
A gallant Prince that far transcends his Years,
Pride of his Sire, and Glory of his House,
And more a  in Combat than a
His Action bold, robust his ample Frame,
And  his resounding Name.
The Warrior singled from the fighting Crowd,
Boasts the dire Honours of his Arms aloud;
Then strutting near the Lake, with Looks elate;
To all its Nations threats approaching Fate.
And such his Strength, the Silver Lakes around
Might roll their Waters o'er unpeopled Ground.
But pow'rful  who shews no less his Grace
To  that perish, than to human Race,
Felt soft Compassion rising in his Soul,
And shook his sacred Head, that shook the Pole.
Then thus to all the gazing Pow'rs began
The Sire of  and  and  and