Mistaken astronomers, gaze not so high: The _Comet_ foretold is not _yet_ in the sky. It shines here on earth, tho' deputed from Heav'n; And remarkably flam'd last year--_Fifty sev'n_. In _Wodon's_[36] bold figure, three thousand years past, O'er ancient Germania its lustre it cast. Next, wearing _Arminius_[37], thy form, it return'd; And, fatal to _Rome's_ blasted legions, it burn'd. Now, attended with all the thunders of war, Our _Prussia's_ great _Frederick_ is that _Blazing Star_! Heav'ns proxy to nations opprest; but a _Sign_ To tyrants he comes of a vengeance divine. Eccentric and rapid the north saw him rowl: (For heroes and stars seem most bright near the pole) To _Britain_ propitious he sheds forth his rays; While _Babel's_ lewd _Harlot_, his terrors amaze. The fierce _Russian Bear_ his splendors affright; And _Austria's_ proud _Eagle_ now shrinks from his light. While freedom's glad sons with due warmth he inspires; The _Lillies_ of _France_ are all scorch'd in his fires. False _Stockholm_ shall find the _Baltic_ no bar is. Now at _Vienna_, he'll soon be at _Paris_. O'er _Ocean_ from _Europe_ his influence hurl'd Shall animate here, O _George_, thy new world. Our laws, our religion, our rights he befriends, And conquest o'er savage invaders portends; O'er christians miscall'd, who their nature disgrace, Bely human form, and god's image deface. Hail, _Living Effulgence_, whose all honour'd name Shall grace, first of mortals, the annals of fame! Whose glory shall spread, thro' each age and each clime, To the final extent of space and of time! Who the Virtues _Trajan_ and _Titus_ unite; The victor of empires, and _Mankind's Delight_! Hail, radiance auspicious, from light's fountain born Each dark hemisphere to relume and adorn! To whom if compar'd, other kings all appear, Like little dim _Sparklers_, round _Cynthia's_ bright sphere. The wonder of monarchs, a patriot imperial, Endow'd with a spirit of vigour aetherial! For worth, less than your's in pale envy's despite, Old chiefs claim'd to honours celestial a right! From their funeral piles in flames eagles soar'd; Earth's heroes grew gods, and dead kings were ador'd. Defensive, fair justice, he fights in thy cause, And his sword, lightning pointed, reluctant he draws, His courage on aggregate perils still grows; And his triumphs increase from multiply'd foes. Ye _Cæsars_, ye _Bourbons_, ye scourges of God, Ye saw on the wings of the wind how he rode: Revere then heav'ns champion, who, charg'd with your doom, Shall quell the leagu'd hosts of _Gaul_, _Satan_ and _Rome_! When earth's giant crew, each with manifold hands, Assaulted _Jove's_ seat, in confederate bands; Thus _Evius_ asserted the throne of his sire, And heap'd o'er th' aggressors a mountain of fire!