“Accursed of God!” he cried—“and thus unblest,
’Tis not for me in kingly state to die!
It may be that my late humility
Will yet avert from those who linger here
The wrath of heaven.—Prepare the sinner’s bier!”
Striving to change his desperate will in vain,
Weeping, they bear him to his bed of pain—
The last he e’er shall press! “Thus, thus,” he cried—
“In shame I pay the penalty of pride!
Thus with repentance, and with humble trust