The happy sovereign of his race:
Marked how he grew with ripening age
More glorious and bold and sage,—
Like the young moon that night by night
Shines on with ever waxing light,—
Brave as his royal father, wise
As he who counsels in the skies:[758]
Marked how, forwearied with the quest,
He heeded not his liege's hest,
But Tára's every word obeyed