Defence and aid were wont to seek?

All words of wrath he turned aside,

And ne'er, when cursed, in ire replied.

He shared his people's woe, and stilled

The troubled breast which rage had filled.

Our chief, on lofty thoughts intent,

In glorious fame preëminent:

As on his own dear mother, thus

He ever looked on each of us.

Where goes he now? His sire's behest,