Blest as th' initiate sure is he,
Who at thy levee stood, like me
And heard and saw thee, all the while,
Madly threat Britannia's isle.

'Twas this my patriot soul oppress'd,
And rais'd new anger in my breast;
But while I gazed, resentment fled,
And laughter seiz'd me in its stead.

Your eyes shot forth a subtle flame,
Convulsive anger shook your frame;
While, borne on many a foreign tongue,
My ears with murm'ring wonder rung.

Scared by your looks and accents loud,
In haste to leave the tittering crowd,
My duty I forgot to pay;
So started, smil'd — and walk'd away!