Past ruler of the cherubim,
And king-like in thy ruin still,
Thou livest despite of sleepless ill.
Oh! once all splendid in that time,
Ere thy great banners were unfurl’d
Like thunder flashes in the clime
From which the rebel hosts were hurl’d,
How art thou fallen—fallen now!—
The burning seal upon thy brow
Which towered in its own glory bright—