“What beast in wilderness or cultured field
“The lively beauty of the leopard shows?
“What flower in meadow-ground or garden grows
“That to the towering lily doth not yield?
“Let both meet only on thy royal shield!
“Go forth, great King! claim what thy birth bestows;
“Conquer the Gallic lily which thy foes
“Dare to usurp;— thou hast a sword to wield,
“And Heaven will crown the right.” — The mitred Sire
Thus spake — and lo! a Fleet, for Gaul addrest,
Ploughs her bold course across the wondering seas;
For, sooth to say, ambition, in the breast
Of youthful heroes, is no sullen fire,
But one that leaps to meet the fanning breeze.