Bill

Before thee we knew not yet how to speak.

For in thee came the words that we now know.

This patronage appears now far too weak,

With words not fitting of thy mighty show.

The imprint thou hast made upon our time,

Is felt by those who know not who thou art.

Yet for a few thy words are still sublime,

With passion flowing deeply through the heart.

Thou spoke and taught of love and its embrace,

And also of the bitterness of loss.

So now eternally thou hast a place,

And shown the modern language who is boss.

So we salute the brilliance of thy hand,

And awe at ages that thy words hast spanned.