Our King back, Oh upon English souls!
Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east
More brightening her, rare-dear Britain, as his reign rolls,
Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest
Our hearts' charity's hearth's fire, our thoughts' chivalry's throng's Lord.
Gerald Manley Hopkins
A bit Anglo-centric, but interesting nonetheless. That last line exemplifies the best and worst of GMH.
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