First Prince In Some Lower Court

It is not meet for Domination's grave.
Powers well-disposed in state, thus to give up
So loosely their established rights!
And since The Supreme Power is by His laws most bound
To change becomes Him least.
Let all yield Who will
not one foot shall I e'er retreat.
Nor hardships dire
Nor yet disaster nor anathemas
Shall me intimidate or tame
For Here is my Fatherland
Am I a son of lights, a ruler of the lights.
My place, I shall maintain, to no usurper bow
Not even this Arch-usurper.
To be the first prince in some lower court
Is better than within the Blessed light
To be the second, the second, or even less.
To die, or to gain port around this dreadful cape.
This is my destiny!

Doth fate decree, that I must fall
of rank and honors shorn
Then let me fall ; but fall with this, my crown
Upon my brow, this sceptre in my grasp
With my own retinue of faithful troops.
And with these many thousands on my side.
Aye, thus to fall brings honour and shall shed
Unfading glory on my name

Am I a son Of Lights a ruler of the lights.
My place, I shall maintain, to no usurper bow
Not even this Arch-usurper.
To be the first prince in some lower court
Is better than within the Blessed light
To be the second, the second, or even less.