True Kingship

Not those who hold earth's thrones are rightful lords, —
Propped up by brainless and subservient hordes,
And fenced by walls of steel.
These are not the true kings whose sovereign grace
Reveals God's kingship to the human race,
To whom the ages kneel.

The highest king of earth, who sways wide lands
And grips blind millions as with iron bands,
When once his foot is set
Upon the irreparable spirit-shore
May find himself a human being, no more —
May find his kingship pending even yet.
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