And you finally Knew what must be Done
This Copper Sword above the Iron Sun
Threw your Light-Spears to Rio's Promise become
Then Crown this Gold to your Heart's felt as One
As such our Prayers plead to Bless your Name
That once and every Year own your Craft unique
Let your Knights kneel; And Wisdom carry the Frame
To see how Raised Jamaica's Son succeed
For in that Pride - by Health must your Charms flow
Then read those Lessons Bruised yet Shining Bright
Frowned Eyes will Falter; Then see your Strength a-glow
As your Love's Soothing Arms enhance you on Sight.
Now your Oblation - greet that Morning be
Steam, Sir Legend! A Legend you will be.