High Honoured Once Was the Noble Iskender

High honoured once was the noble Iskender:
O heart, from his destiny warning obtain.

Ah! do thou see what at length hath befall'n him!
What all this glory and panoply gain!

Drinking the poison of doom, ne'er a remnant
Of sweetness's taste in his mouth did remain.

Retrograde, sank down his star, erst ascendant,
From perfect conjunction, alas, did it wane.

Dust on the face of his honour aye stainless
Strewn hath the blast of betrayal profane.

The Lofty Decree for his high exaltation
Did Equity's Court, all unlooked for, ordain;

Forthwith to the Regions of Eden they bore him,
They raised him from earth's abject baseness and stain.

Circling and soaring, he went on his journey,
From the land of his exile to Home back again.

Neck-bounden he stood as a slave at the palace,
Freed is he now from affliction's hard chain.

Joyous he flew on his journey to Heaven,
Rescued for ever from earth gross and vain.

In life or in death from him never, ay, never
Was honour most lofty, most glorious, ta'en!