A crown! May this triumphant hour
Wherein brave victory
Securely rests her diadem
On brow long unadorned,
May this, Truth's well-earned hour,
Prevailing over error's subtlety,
Be seasoned thoroughly
With unfeigned meekness, pure humility.
A backward veering, glance to left or right,
Revealed a slight unsteadiness
When first I thought this crown so sure—secure.
Only when gaze is focused straight ahead on Truth
My crown is fixed; I sense solidity.
