A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.

Like The Lark That Soars In The Air, First Singing, Then Silent, Content With The Last Sweetness That Satiates It, Such Seemed To Me That Image, The Imprint Of The Eternal Pleasure.

What Shall One Do With The Verse, If He Knows Not That?

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

He Whom You See-along The Downward Arc- Was William, And The Land That Mourns His Death, For Living Charles And Frederick, Now Laments; Now He Has Learned How Heaven Loves The Just Ruler, And He Would Show This Outwardly As Well, So Radiantly Visible.

Behold A God More Powerful Than I Who Comes To Rule Over Me.