HE who in impious times untainted stood And midst rebellion durst be just and good, Whose arms asserted, and whose sufferings more Confirm'd the cause for which he fought before, Rests here, rewarded by an heavenly prince For what his earthly could not recompense. Pray, reader, that such times no more appear; Or, if they happen, learn true honour here. Ark of thy age's faith and loyalty, Which, to preserve them, Heaven confin'd in thee. Few subjects could a king like thine deserve; And fewer such a king so well could serve. Blest king, blest subject, whose exalted state By sufferings rose and gave the law to fate! Such souls are rare, but mighty patterns given To earth were meant for ornaments to Heav'n. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS: COL. TRUMBULL'S 'THE DECLARATION...' by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE EMPEROR OF ICE-CREAM by WALLACE STEVENS THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER ON GRACE CHURCH CORNER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIOGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WATER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |