Call Not the Royal Swede Unfortunate, di William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

Call Not the Royal Swede Unfortunate

CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate,

Who never did to Fortune bend the knee;

Who slighted fear; rejected steadfastly

Temptation; and whose kingly name and state

Have ‘perished by his choice, and not his fate!’

Hence lives He, to his inner self endeared;

And hence, wherever virtue is revered,

He sits a more exalted Potentate,

Throned in the hearts of men. Should Heaven ordain

That this great Servant of a righteous cause

Must still have sad or vexing thoughts to endure,

Yet may a sympathising spirit pause,

Admonished by these truths, and quench all pain

In thankful joy and gratulation pure.

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