Classic Poem

From prick of conscience, such a sting
As slays the soul, heaven bless the king;
From such a bribe as may withdraw
His thoughts from equity or law;
From such a smooth and beardless chin
As may provoke or tempt to sin;
From such a hand whose moist palm may
My sov'reign lead out of the way;
From things polluted and unclean,
From all things beastly and obscene;
From that may set his soul a reeling,
Bless my sov'reign and his feeling.