But oh, thou grand legitimate Alexander![HD] [358]Her son's son, let not this last phrase offend

Thine ear, if it should reach—and now rhymes wander

Almost as far as Petersburgh, and lend

A dreadful impulse to each loud meander

Of murmuring Liberty's wide waves, which blend

Their roar even with the Baltic's—so you be

Your father's son, 't is quite enough for me.