That saved the state from instant harm?
Or shall drops of swelling pity
To a wail invert my ditty?
O wretched, hapless, childless princes!
Truly, truly was his name
Prophet of your mutual shame![f20]
Godless was the strife ye cherished,
And in godless strife ye perished!
CHORAL HYMN.
STROPHE I.
The curse that rides on sable wing,