At last the god cometh! The air runs over with splendor; The fire leaps high on the altar; Melodious thunders shake the ground. Hark to the Delphic r… - Edmund Clarence Stedman

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.

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 bring; Then let me soar and sing!

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.