Small were that art which wou'd ensure
The Circle's boasted quadrature!
See VESEY'S plastic genius make
A Circle every figure take;
Nay, shapes and forms which wou'd defy
All science of Geometry,
Isosceles, and Parallel,
Names hard to speak, and hard to spell!
Th' enchantress wav'd her wand, and spoke!
Her potent wand the Circle broke;
The social Spirits hover round,
And bless the liberated ground.
Ask you what charms this gift dispense?
'Tis the strong spell of COMMON SENSE.
Away fell Ceremony flew,
And with her bore Detraction too.