Thy virtues sapped to break thy despot’s chain;
Long didst thou rule, in simple courage strong,
The guardian friend of right, the foe to wrong;
Great in thyself, and conscious of the sway
That kept meet progress with the march of day;
That from all nations plucked the achieving arts,
That make sway sov’reign in a people’s hearts;
Proud on thy heights rose forms to worship dear,
There swelled the temple’s crest, the column there,
Each with its chronicle to spell the soul,