Alfred Poem by John Anster

Alfred,--oh read his tale by Milton told!--
In seasons, when the change of day and night
Doth, in our heaven, ill separate the light
For studious men, his hands in prayer did fold
By angels seen--and coloured tapers bright
Each lone hour's watch with varying hues record,
While Europe's fates, in ample scroll unrolled,
Are spread before the Mighty Island's lord;
--And then and now hath Alfred his reward!
Of all that noble life no hour was lost;--
Thoughtful in act,--and active while he prayed,--
He loved the land, for which his vows were paid,
Restored to peace a people tempest--tossed,
And England is the nation he hath made!