When time has sifted motives, passions, deeds Now complex to results and made appear The unexpected fruits of scattered seeds, And scattered dust in the expected ear, Then watchers of the life of man will know How spirits quickened in this ended reign, Till what was centuries stagnant 'gan to flow And what was centuries fettered moved again; How with this Ruler entered into rest The country's very self from slumber stirred, Took charity as guide and hope as guest, And ventured to a nobler marching word. |