Shout for the Hero and the King
In soul serene--alike,
If suppliant States the sceptre bring,
Or banded traitors strike!
Oh, if at times a thrall too strong
Round Freedom's form be laid,
Where Faction works by wrath and wrong
His pardon be display'd.
Be his this praise--unspoil'd by power
His course benignly ran,
A MONARCH, mindful of the hour
He felt misfortune's wintry shower,
A MAN, from hall to peasant's bower,
The common friend of Man.