Great was the strength of his unconquer'd hand,
Great was his swiftness in the rapid race;
None could the valour of his arm withstand,
None could outstrip him in the days of chace.
Yet he was tender, merciful, and kind;
His vanquish'd foes his clemency confess'd;
No cruel purpose labour'd in his mind,
No thought of envy harbour'd in his breast.
He was all gracious, bounteous, and benign,
And in his soul superior to a king!