Now does the glorious Day appear The mightiest Day of all the Year, Not anyone such Joy could bring, Not that which ushers in the Spring. That of ensuing Plenty hopes does give, This did the hope of Liberty retrieve; This does our Fertile Isle with Glory Crown, And all the Fruits it yields we now can call our own. On this blest day was our Restorer born, Farr above all let this the Kalendar Adorn. Now, now with our united Voice Let us aloud proclaim our Joys; To Triumph let us sing And make Heav'ns mighty? concave ring.
It was a work of full as great a weight And require the self-same Power, Which did frail Humane kind Create, When they were lost them to restore; For a like Act, Fate gave our Princess Birth, Which adding to the Saints, made Joy in Heaven, As well as Triumphs upon Earth, To which so great, so good a Queen was given.
By beauteous softness mixt with Majesty, An Empire over every Heart she gains And from her awful Power none could be free, She with such Sweetness and such Justice Reigns:
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Publication information: Book title: The Poets Laureate. Contributors: Kenneth Hopkins - Author. Publisher: Library Publishers. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1955. Page number: 204.
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