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.