NAPIER! I am too prompt to cry
Against injustice; such am I,
Yet sometimes in a calmer mood
I cease to think of it: no good
In anger, little in reproof..
From each then let me stand aloof.
But scorn can ill repress her laugh
To see the boobies gild the calf.
Warrior and Prophet too was he
Who crost the Erythraean sea,
And saw his nation safe and free.
Warrior and Prophet too wast thou,
Long disallow’d, acknowledged now.
In toil and pain ran on thy days,
At nightfall came thy country’s praise.