Rush forth and greet whome’er they meet,
Whoe’er shall first appear;
And still repeat, to all the street,
‘’Tis he,—the king is here;’
The long procession moveth on,
Each nobler form they see,
With changeful suit they still salute
And cry, ‘’Tis he, ’tis he!’
So, even so, when men were young,
And earth and heaven were new,