The army follows with their nodding plumes, And burnished armor, trumpets, rolling drums, And glistening spears enwreathed with fragrant flowers, While scarfs are waving from the crowded towers, And shouts of joy their welcome loud proclaim, And from each lip resounds their monarch's name.

Mortals, hail the glorious King Richest incense cheerful bring; Praise and love Emanuel's name, And his boundless grace proclaim.

Never did a publican from Belleville or a novice of freemasonry proclaim with so much boldness his contempt for the things which everybody venerates.

Oh, I at least have felt the deep wisdom of that saying of Wilhelm Meister's harper, that it is "Voices from the depth of NATURE borne Which woe upon the guilty head proclaim.

This idea is beautifully illustrated by Garth in his Dispensatory, in the following lines: "Thus paler looks impetuous rage proclaim, And chilly virgins redden into flame.

The army follows with their nodding plumes, And burnished armor, trumpets, rolling drums, And glistening spears enwreathed with fragrant flowers, While scarfs are waving from the crowded towers, And shouts of joy their welcome loud proclaim, And from each lip resounds their monarch's name.