Enigma

Among the wonders of the day, Permit some friends to make their way, Who humble are, yet time has been, A favor'd tenant they were seen; Whose arms extended far, to save, And furnish'd many a warrior brave. But cruel fate, ah! strange to tell, Against my living sat her spell; To blast my honours soon began, And for my ruin laid the plan: Then carried down into the grave By many a man, and servile slave; Once more to rise, an earthly guest, Not sink into eternal rest; But hoarded up a pale fac'd crew— It's time to bid you all adieu.