As when the stage's curtain is uprolled,

  Mid thousand lamps, appears the mimic scene,

  Adorned with arch and palace, pictures, gold,

  And statues; or, as limpid and serene

  The sun his visage, glorious to behold,

  Unveils, emerging from a cloudy screen;

  So when the lady doffs her iron case,

  All paradise seems opened in her face.