thousand

Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care

Of thousand bright Inhabitants of Air!

If e'er one vision touch.'d thy infant thought,

Beauty, frail flower that every season fears,

Blooms in thy colours for a thousand years.

Thus Churchill's race shall other hearts surprise,

Advance thy golden mountain to the skies;

On the broad base of fifty thousand rise,

Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair)

Like these, rejected by the scornful dame.

To gain her sight a thousand forms he wears;

And first a reaper from the field appears: 30

'Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care

Of thousand bright inhabitants of air!

If e'er one vision touch thy infant thought,

Or think Thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round:

Whether his hoary sire he spies,

While thousand grateful thoughts arise;

Or meets his spouse's fonder eye;

T'rom skirt to skirt ; and at the last he sware

That he would send a hundred thousand men,

And bring her in a whirlwind: then he chew’d