The King That Knew Not His Royalty

Why dost thou mourn A prince to become When nature calls thee one Worthy to bear the crown? Seest not thou her bounties As to kings? Why regrettest being an inhabitant under the sun That thou art born? What ailest thee that thou criest to God Like a lachrymose lad? What brings the heaven joy By this noise of discontent? Seek not alone My beloved, Power to turn Stone Into gold Nor sand into corn. Thus do men shine And are seen as divine That with ashes Paint a rainbow Turning weaknesses Into strenghts unknown. Behold now I pray thee O man! Gird thee thy loins And take deceit by the mane Like Samson To the lion And smite it alone For no man Can But thee. No king ever is born With a crown On his brow. They grow Till they are enthroned.