As one who waiteth for the signet ring Of his dear sovereign, that his embassy May have clear passport over land and sea, And make the subject sacred as his king;
As waits the warrior for a pontiff’s palm, Upraised in blessing o’er his high emprise; And bows his mailed forehead prayerful-wise, Sinking his turbulency in deep calm:
So waited I for one seal to be set Upon my full commission, for a sign That should make impotent man’s “I forget,”
And make God’s “I remember” more divine: Which should command at need the homage of The armed squadrons of all loyal love.