From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto I, XLI)

Was not thy standard on these shores unfurled?— 
Dominions named for thy “most Christian Queen” 
The smile-provoking jest of a New World, 
Whose sons in battle had victorious been, 
O’er English vet’rans, who had service seen?
Yea, when the luchre-loving Saxon grew 
And fattened on the blood of slaves, I ween 
Not much remained for errant hands to do, 
Except to seize and hold the weak in bondage too!