CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate, <br />Who never did to Fortune bend the knee; <br />Who slighted fear; rejected steadfastly <br />Temptation; and whose kingly name and state <br />Have 'perished by his choice, and not his fate!' <br />Hence lives He, to his inner self endeared; <br />And hence, wherever virtue is revered, <br />He sits a more exalted Potentate, <br />Throned in the hearts of men. Should Heaven ordain <br />That this great Servant of a righteous cause <br />Must still have sad or vexing thoughts to endure, <br />Yet may a sympathising spirit pause, <br />Admonished by these truths, and quench all pain <br />In thankful joy and gratulation pure.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/call-not-the-royal-swede-unfortunate/
