Was raised!—to him, in fearful splendour shown,
Ancient of Days! e’en Thou madest thy dread presence known.
He spoke—the shadows of the things to come
Pass’d o’er his soul:—“O King, elate in pride!
God hath sent forth the writing of thy doom—
The one, the living God, by thee defied!
He, in whose balance earthly lords are tried,
Hath weigh’d, and found thee wanting. ’Tis decreed
The conqueror’s hands thy kingdom shall divide,
The stranger to thy throne of power succeed!