Bulwarks of Empire

Good men are bulwarks; while the multitudes Are walls that ring the land; great states are screens; Each family a buttress; the pursuit Of righteousness secures repose; like towers Of strong defence the royal kinsmen stand Immune from peril. May they still remain Nor leave the king, a lonely citadel Abandoned to his enemies. Give heed Unto the wrath of Heaven! nor presume To idle; but revere the Heavenly moods, Ephemeral though they seem. Be not of those That roam at random. Heaven understands And doth companion all the ways we go, And seeth all things clearly…