Whose diadem on Earth he wears;
And may he wear it long, for many, many years.
VII.
130And now (illustrious Ghost!) what shall we say?
What tribute to thy precious memory pay?
Thy death confounds, and strikes all sorrows dumb.
Kingdoms and empires make their moan,
Rescu'd by thee from desolation;
In pilgrimage hereafter shall they come,
And make their offerings before thy tomb,