Since from his charred mechanic Hells

Now to his native form restored,

The azure soul of Steel rebels

Refulgent in a single Sword

Whose edge of Famine, honed with ire,

Flames forth his threat to all the lands

Where wheels and furnaces conspire

To rob the skill from human hands,

From human hearts the solar fire;

And since the yellow, spangled Fay

Rifting her dungeons to the day,

Bewitching all, in havoc flies

To daunt the great and fool the wise,

And scatter carnage in her play,

But soon, her fearful vengeance done,

Will sparkle only for the eyes

And be a daughter to the Sun—

By what laws other should we hold

Than those they leave without repeal,

That breathed your cheeks with down of Gold

And shinned my horse with rods of Steel?