The Muse of grandeur's dome, now sings,
Of splendour's proud abode;
Before your view the Palace brings,
Where art has all bestow'd.

Where taste around each charm hath spread,
Disclosing all her skill;
And beauty, fancy, fashion, lead
The captive heart at will.

On high rais'd terraces behold,
Its noble collonades;
Its lofty roofs enwrought with gold,
In varied lights and shades.

Here cupolas, from which impend
Etruscan lamps, are seen,
Here high the polished steps ascend,
With columns placed between.

The pearl all pale, and saphire blue,
The emerald green, and ruby red;
Dart all around their changing hue,
And spars their varied brilliance shed.

Here glassy halls, and cool arcades,
To suit the sultry noon appear;
And sylvan nymphs, and sporting maids,
Shed their kindest influence here.

Here sculpture's hand, with magic touch,
Heroes of old hath brought to view;
And here the painter's choicest brush,
Hath added all its beauties too.

Striving each glowing charm to hide,
Here Medicean Venus stands;
Apollo here,…and here the pride
Of many a godlike master's hand.

Here O VID'S tales, and H OMER'S lore,
With boldest strokes are nicely told;
And scenes of love in days of yore;
And rich arcadian views unfold.

Without majestic scenes conspire,
Each grace to give, and each delight;
Here rivulets refresh the air,
And groves, and flowerets greet the sight.

Now from the promontory's brow,
Dark woods their branches fling,
And round the sloping lawns below,
The feather'd charmers sing.

Hard by, the rapid torrent pours
Its roaring course amain;
Now sleeps amidst ambrosial bowers,
And skirts the distant plain.

Here the gay bark, with canvas white,
Pursues her steady course;
And there the dashing rowers strike,
And hail with deep-toned voice.

Such is the Palace, such the scenes,
That splendour's children share;
O may they, greatly blest with means,
Make humble roofs their care!

O may they learn to chear the cot,
Where poverty is found!
Much to improve the poor man's lot,
And make his joys abound!

So shall delight, their days receive,
So shall this truth be known;
The blessings they to others give
Will always be their own.