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The golden splendour of the regal CrownShoots from the meekest brow a dazzling sheen
Painful to eyes malignant. King or Queen!
Think not of men, whether they smile or frown.
The Princely sceptre and the Priestly gown
Are symbols of eternal Power serene;
Visibly preaching Him who reigns unseen—
An impious deed it were to lay them down,
And to usurp that peace by Heaven bestowed
Upon the Holy Order of the Poor;
That genuine peace which can alone endure
While men are trained to mark the hand of God
Alike in all things; doing, each his part,
In low estate or high, with an untroubled heart.
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