So when benevolence shall grace a king

To cast aside the burden of his crown,

In guilty supplication thus to bring

Some wise redemption sought to earn renown;

A noble thought that downtrod serfs be raised

There to rejoice—his moral worth secured,

Where he of shameful power, now erased,

Is then by rule of Heaven set assured.

Proud sov’reign blessed, by charity undone,

Vanquished as surely as in battle lost—

For every righteous law that’s once begun,

Bestows its bliss though Hell be but the cost.

Once Lord of guilt, now pride’s forsaken Fool,

Held there in chains by those he once did rule.