The Estranged Son

Throne, oh throne, which has borne,

Thy kingdom, thy kingdom come,

My hand, hand not forlorn,

Tied to thy glory firm;

Stand by, by the stead,

In the stead, the wise taught,

On the throne, where they head,

The feathers of your eyes not caught;

Yet penance is yet to come,

For dusk has befallen thy kingdom,

What the lord taught the wise has lost,

The wise lost, the feathers they caught,

Yet they head in the glorious stead,

To the crown of thy mighty led.