Classic Poem

He who in impious times undaunted stood,
And 'midst rebellion durst be just and good,
Whose arms asserted, and whose sufferings more
Confirm'd the cause for which he fought before,
Rests here rewarded by a heavenly prince;
For what his earthly could not recompense.
Pray, Reader, that such times no more appear:
Or, if they happen, learn true honour here,
Ask of this age's faith and loyalty,
Which, to preserve them, Heav'n confin'd in thee;
Few subjects could a king like thine deserve,
And fewer such a king so well could serve.
Blest king, blest subject, whose exalted state
By sufferings rose, and gave the law to fate.
Such souls are rare, but mighty patterns giv'n
To earth, and meant for ornaments to Heav'n.