To that high Council gather'd to compose
The troubled waters of the Church of Christ,
And with her noble words convince her foes,
Came the great monarch, faithful to his tryst;
But lo! on entering, how his visage glows
With sudden reverence, that doth enlist
The sympathies of bishop, courtier, priest;
Who gaze in tender silence on the rose
He brings to their first meeting, and address
Themselves with braver hearts to their grand cause;
And, though in aftertimes his zeal grew less
For the pure creed of those whose eyes he draws,
All is congenial now. They find no flaw
In that king's-aspect, dash'd with holy awe.