YOU are at least a Man, of men a King. br You have a heart, and with that heart you love. br The race you come from is not gendered of br The filthy sty whose latest litter cling br Round England's flesh-pots, gorged hogs gluttoning. br No, but on flaming battlefields, in courts br Of honour and of danger old resorts, br The name of Hohen-Zollern clear doth ring. br O Father William, you, not falsely weak, br Who never spared the rod to spoil the child, br Our mighty Germany, we only speak, br To bless you with a blessing sweet and mild, br Ere that near heaven your weary footsteps seek br Where love with liberty is reconciled.