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KENSINGTON GARDEN.
"Oh Kenna, Kenna," thrice he try'd to say"Kenna, farewell:" and sigh'd his soul away. His fall the dryads with loud shrieks deplore,By sister naiads echo'd from the shore,Thence down to Neptunes secret realms convey'd,Through grots, and glooms, and many a coral shade.The seas great sire, with looks denouncing war,The trident shakes, and mounts the pearly car;With one stern frown the wide-spread deep deforms,And works the madding ocean into storms.O'er foaming mountains, and through bursting tides,Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides,'Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwinds roarIt shoots, and lands him on the destined shore. Now fix'd on earth his towering stature stood,Hung o'er the mountains, and o'erlook'd the wood.To Bromptons grove one ample stride he took,(The valleys trembled, and the forests shook)The next huge step reach'd the devoted shade,Where choked in blood was wretched Albion laid:Where now the vanquish'd with the victors join'd,Beneath the regal banners stood combined. Th' embattled dwarfs with rage and scorn he pass'd,And on their town his eye vindictive cast.
