Of gentlest thoughts by noblest promptings moved:
He loved his country, and by her was loved.
To him she gave herself, a sacred trust,
And bade him leave his sword to rest and rust;
And, awed but calm, nor timid nor elate,
He turned to tread the sandy stairs of state.
Modest, though firm; decided, cautious, clear;
Without a selfish hope, without a fear;
Reverent of right, no warrior now, he still
Cherished the nation’s chart, the people’s will;