The peer, “He’s in my liege’s crown;”
The king, “He rides the victor’s glaive;”
And he, “In peaceful Lethe’s wave,
Or, haply, in the hermit’s cell;”
The hermit said, “I know him well,
Seek him in the house of prayer;”
“Nay, I know he can’t be there!
Pride shall bravely fill thy place,
False and treacherous Happiness!”
Prim sat Pride, then dropped asleep,