O child! dear child! Above the clouds I lift my wing To hear the bells of Heaven ring; Some of their music, though my flights be wild, To Earth I bri… - Edmund Clarence Stedman

I dare aver He is a brave discoverer
Of climes his elders do not know.
He has more learning than appears
On the scroll of twice three thousand years.

Yes, my Prince was such as they,
Part of gold, and part of clay,
⁠Though his metal shone as bright,
⁠And his dross was hid from sight.
He who brightest is, and best
Still may fear the secret test
⁠That shall try his heart aright.

Yet the son
⁠Seemed worthy, for his parts were of that mould
Oft-failing Nature strives to join in one,
⁠And shape a hero, — pure and wise and bold:
In arts and arms the wonder of his peers,
The flower of princes, prince of cavaliers;