Classic Poem

Only one paean grand!
One soul-inspiring story!
O Love, at thy command
Are Birth, Death, Life, and Glory:
All destinies are holden,
Dread Sovereign, in thy hand.

What is the Tale of Troy
But Helen? What the sorrow
Men suffer, or the joy,
What yesterday and morrow,
Or new delight or olden,
But Beauty and her Boy?

Time knows no other song,
And passion sings no other,
Men, gods, to thee belong,
Their sovereign and their mother;
Thou dost the weak embolden,
Yea, and subdue the strong!

Bards may not choose their theme:
Imperial, thou hast chosen
One hymn which, like a stream,
Full-flowing, never-frozen,
Rolls on, a molten-golden
Anthem to Love Supreme!