Dupont’s Round Fight

In time and measure perfect moves

All Art whose aim is sure;

Evolving rhyme and stars divine

Have rules, and they endure.

Nor less the Fleet that warred for Right,

And, warring so, prevailed,

In geometric beauty curved,

And in an orbit sailed.

The rebel at Port Royal felt

The Unity overawe,

And rued the spell. A type was here,

And victory of LAW.