Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

All Empire Is No More Than Power In Trust.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.