In Aethiopia's realm Senapus reigns,

  Whose sceptre is the cross; of cities brave,

  Of men, of gold possest, and broad domains,

  Which the Red Sea's extremest waters lave.

  A faith well nigh like ours that king maintains,

  Which man from his primaeval doom may save.

  Here, save I err in what their rites require,

  The swarthy people are baptized with fire.