Thy harbingers to the triumphant hierarchy,
Then big with wonder mounted up again.
What can the tongues of men or angels say,
What Boanerges ne'er so loud,
If they would speak of thy prodigious day,
Of which an emperor's history would be proud
110Farewell, dead Prince—oh might it not be said,)
Though a desirable euthanasy
Prepared the way for deifying thee,