Enthroned and robed in royal dress sat he;
His hands alone providing sustenance
To nations and to men. Come all to him!
Enter bowing low and humble, you princes
Of distant lands: bring tribute from your best!
For sustenance and life has God made his.
How unrecognizable then was he
In royal robes to bowing stars and sheaves,
Whose great disdain could not imagine such
Of dreams fantastic realized by God.