As One who Waiteth by Gilbert Parker — Read

As one who waiteth for the signet ring / Of his dear sovereign, that his embassy / May have clear passport over land and sea, / And make the subject sacred as his king;

As waits the warrior for a pontiff's palm, / Upraised in blessing o'er his high emprise; / And bows his mailed forehead prayerful-wise, / Sinking his turbulency in deep calm:

So waited I for one seal to be set / Upon my full commission, for a sign / That should make impotent man's "I forget,"

And make God's "I remember" more divine: / Which should command at need the homage of / The armed squadrons of all loyal love.