Classic Poem

This thought, upon the wondrous night
When all the stars lean down
To fill with jewels of great light
King Edward's royal crown;

This thought, when through the bowers of June,
O'er land and purple deep,
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon,
Large sounds of triumph leap;

This thought retain, — that sea and sun
And England's hills and flowers
Are theirs, theirs only, who hate and shun
All evil's monstrous powers;

This thought, — that he alone is crowned
For ever king and lord
Within whose conquering hands is found
A true knight's stainless sword.