Methinks my spirit is too free
To come before thy presence high,
Obtruding on the earth and sky
Aught but their solemn joy at greeting thee;
Methinks I should confess
Some awe at standing in the way
Of this thy pomp at birth of day,
Troubling thy sole unrivalled kingliness.
Glorious conqueror! unfolding
Over the purple distance
Thy might beyond resistance
Upon the charm
(Henry Alford)
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