All we should say of him cannot be said His splendour was too much for our weak eyes Easier to blame the masses who condemned him Than measure our highest virtue against his least He came down here into our failing world For our good then ascended back to God And the gates that heaven opened wide His homeland shut to thwart his just desire I call her thankless! Nurse of her own ills And her damnation showing just how direly She mistreats the most perfect of her sons Among a thousand proofs this will suffice None ever suffered such ignoble exile No greater man than he was ever born