SONS born of many a loyal Muse to Ben, <br />All true-begotten, warm with wine or ale, <br />Bright from the broad light of his presence, hail! <br />Prince Randolph, nighest his throne of all his men, <br />Being highest in spirit and heart who hailed him then <br />King, nor might other spread so blithe a sail: <br />Cartwright, a soul pent in with narrower pale, <br />Praised of thy sire for manful might of pen: <br />Marmion, whose verse keeps alway keen and fine <br />The perfume of their Apollonian wine <br />Who shared with that stout sire of all and thee <br />The exuberant chalice of his echoing shrine: <br />Is not your praise writ broad in gold which he <br />Inscribed, that all who praise his name should see?<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tribe-of-benjamin-xv/
