Classic Poem

Now sing the triumphs of the men of war,
The glorious rays of the bright northern star,
Created for the nonce by Heav'n to bring
The wise men of three nations to their king.
Monck! the great Monck! that syllable outshines
Plantagenet's bright name or Constantine's.
'Twas at his rising that our day begun;
Be he the morning star to Charles our sun.
He took rebellion rampant by the throat,
And made the canting Quaker change his note.
His hand it was that wrote (we saw no more)
Exit tyrannus over Lambert's door.
Like to some subtle lightning, so his words
Dissolvèd in their scabbards rebels' swords.
He with success the sovereign skill hath found
To dress the weapon and so heal the wound.
George and his boys, as spirits do, they say,
Only by walking scare our foes away.