Hast bravely stood the proof; hast vindicated well
Mine ancient name and strength; and well hast paid
The debt of life which thou receivedst from me.
Come near to me, my son. Touch the white hairs
Whose honor thou hast saved from infamy,
And kiss, in love, the cheek whose stain thy valor
Hath in blood washed out.—My son! my son!
The pride within my soul is humbled now,
And bows before the power that has preserved
From shame the race so many kings have owned