Exceeding bounteous, exceeding kind a Potentate!

The court of glory of his kingly majesty most high

Was aye the center where would hopes of sage and poet wait.

Although he yielded to Eternal Destiny's command,

A King was he in might as Doom and puissant as Fate!

Weary and worn by this sad, changeful Sphere, deem not thou him:

Near God to be, did he his rank and glory abdicate.

What wonder if our eyes no more life and the world behold!

His beauty fair, as sun and moon, did earth irradiate!

If folk upon the bright sun look, with tears are filled their eyes;