YOU are at least a Man, of men a King. <br />You have a heart, and with that heart you love. <br />The race you come from is not gendered of <br />The filthy sty whose latest litter cling <br />Round England's flesh-pots, gorged hogs gluttoning. <br />No, but on flaming battlefields, in courts <br />Of honour and of danger old resorts, <br />The name of Hohen-Zollern clear doth ring. <br />O Father William, you, not falsely weak, <br />Who never spared the rod to spoil the child, <br />Our mighty Germany, we only speak, <br />To bless you with a blessing sweet and mild, <br />Ere that near heaven your weary footsteps seek <br />Where love with liberty is reconciled.<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-emperor-william-i/
