He craved a season to be left alone.
Alone in hall magnificent he sate,
And mused upon the wonder of his fate,
When lo! an aged counsellor, a seer
Before unnoticed, to the King drew near,
—“And thee would I too gratulate, my son,
Who hast thy reign in happy hour begun:
Seen hast thou the beginning, yet attend,
While I shall also shew to thee the end.
That this new fortune do not blind thee quite,