Classic Poem

SEEING .

From such a face, whose excellence
May captivate my sovereign's sense,
And make him, Phaebus like, his throne
Resign to some young Phaeton,
Whose skilless and unstaved hand
May prove the ruin of the land,
Unless great Jove, down from the sky
Beholding earth's calamity,
Strike with his hand that cannot err,
The proud usurping charioter,
And cure, tho' Phaebus grieve, our wo:
From such a face as can work so,
Wheresoever thou hast a being,
Bless my sov'reign and his seeing.