And that too pass'd—and boldly then rush'd forth the ardent thought.
"Must those high words of sovereignty ne'er sound in human ear?
I have a friend—a noble friend—as life or freedom dear!
Thou offerest me a glorious gift—a proud majestic throne,
But I know the secrets of his heart—and shall I seal mine own?
"And there is one that loves me well, with yet a gentle love—
Oh! is not her full, boundless faith, all power, all wealth above?
Must a deep gulf between the souls—now closely link'd, be set?
Keep, keep the Sceptre!—leave me free, and loved, and trustful yet!"
Then from the old man's haughty lips was heard the sad reply—