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 O Majesty! 'T is great to be a king,

But greater is it yet to be a man!

The exile by far Lena perishing,

The captive in Kara who bears thy ban,

Ransomed at length and free,

Shall rise from torments that make heroes strong;

Shall rise, as equal souls, to question thee;

And for defense there nothing shall endure

Of all which to thy lofty state belong,

Save that thou hast of human, brave, and pure!

Cæsar, thou still art man, and serv'st a King

Who wields a power more terrible than thine!

Slow, slow to anger, and long-suffering,

He hears his children cry, and makes no sign:

He hears them cry, but, oh!

Imagine not his tardy judgments sleep,

Or that their agonies He doth not know

Who, hidden, waste where tyrants may not see!

Eternal watch He over them doth keep,—

Eternal watch,—and Russia shall be free!