Lo! Be thy face in daylight’s promise pure;
So fair in shadow’d night as pleas’d Sun
Tis the sky so rare freshly bought the cure
To rise to higher stars thy vict’ry won
Wind consent thee shake the buds of thy reign
Upon this orb to rule heav’ns eyes hath hover’d
Coronation’s jewel’d crown thine glee ne’r feign;
A joyous plight such throne hath so discover’d
Nearer thee I toil, nearer thee I love
Air mine loyal duty and light do bear
Ancestors be near and thrice pleas’d above
Laud thee evermore noble blue so fair
Where this realm ever wilt be in thy care
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