A majesty lies there,
And you have overthrown it.
To dexterous hands was given
Your weapon giant-hewing;
The lightning out from heaven
For balm on wounds aghast
Supreme in you my trust is;
Solicitous to the last,
Your pity tempered justice.
A majesty lies there,
And you have overthrown it.
To dexterous hands was given
Your weapon giant-hewing;
The lightning out from heaven
For balm on wounds aghast
Supreme in you my trust is;
Solicitous to the last,
Your pity tempered justice.