Beneath, the welcome shelter of his roof 

 The blessed boon of hospitality. 

 To him the fatherless and widow sought 

 For aid and counsel. Fearlessly he rose 

 For those who had no helper. His just mind 

 Brought stifled truth to light, disarm'd the wiles 

 Of power, and gave deliverance to the weak. 

 He pluck'd the victim from the oppressor's grasp, 

 And made the tyrant tremble. 

 To his words 

 Men listened, as to lore oracular, 

 And when beside the gate he took his seat 

 The young kept silence, and the old rose up 

 To do him honor. After his decree 

 None spake again, for as a prince he dwelt 

 Wearing the diadem of righteousness, 

 And robed in that respect which greatness wins 

 When leagued with goodness, and by wisdom crown'd. 

 The grateful prayers and blessings of the souls 

 Ready to perish, silently distill'd 

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