As when the sceptre dangles from the hand Of some king doting, faction runneth wild, Thieves shake their chains and traitors, long exiled, Hover about the confines of the land, Till the young Prince, anointed, takes command, Full of high purpose, simple, trustful, mild, And, smitten by his radiance undefiled, The ruffians are abashed, the cowards stand: -- So in my kingdom riot and despair Lived by thy lack, and called for thy control, But at thy coming all the world grew fair; Away before thy face the villians stole, And panoplied I rose to do and bear, When love his clarion sounded in my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN S. MARY MAGDALEN'S OINTMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |