His clemency the graceful bow that, thrown
O’er the wild wave, Heaven lights and makes its own.
His was a spirit simple, grand and pure,
Great to conceive, to do and to endure;
Yet the rough warrior was, in heart, a child,
Rich in love’s affluence, merciful and mild.
His sterner traits, majestic and antique,
Rivaled the stoic Roman or the Greek;
Excelling both, he adds the Christian name,
And Christian virtues make it more than fame.