Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien

Instanter, at the prompter's cough,

The fairy bonnets them, and they

Throw their abhorred carbuncles off

And blossom like the flowers in May.

- So mankind, to angelic eyes,

So, through the scenes of life below,

In life's ironical disguise,

A travesty of man, ye go:

But fear not: ere the curtain fall,

Death in the transformation scene

Steps forward from her pedestal,

Apparent, as the fairy Queen;

And coming, frees you in a trice

From all your lendings - lust of fame,

Ungainly virtue, ugly vice,

Terror and tyranny and shame.

So each, at last himself, for good

In that dear country lays him down,

At last beloved and understood

And pure in feature and renown.