Through the proud Senate House the loud applause
Rose from the goodly multitude around,
Thy stately coronation lay the cause,
Married to music's soul-enthralling sound;
Yet some amid the throng might meetly pause,
Asking where was the poet laurel-crown'd.—
And a few loving souls in thought did flee
Beyond the Atlantic and the Indian sea,
Where thou art far away, for evermore
Perchance self-exiled hence, thy witness bearing.
Upon a lately undiscovered shore,
Unto the Ancient Truth, by bravely daring
Self to subdue, whereby the Saints of yore
To Holy Church unnumbered treasures bore.