Look, like a village queen of May, the stream
Dances her best before the holiday sun,
And still with musical laugh goes tripping on
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I.
All joy to thee, my country, and my pride!
Be the glad muse my patriot lay to guide;
Suggest the thought, and lead the strain,
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In days long ago, when old England was young,
Her bows were the toughest that ever were strung,
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I. Against.
Think not thou that fields and flowers,
Copses and Arcadian bowers,
Grow the crop of Peace :-
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Once again my spirit waits
At a morrow's golden gates,
As in resurrection there
With the frankincense of prayer:
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Honest fellow, sore beset,
Vext by troubles quick and keen,
Thankfully consider yet
'How much worse it might have been:'
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They tell of horrors on another shore,
Injustice, thraldom, chains and goads and whips,
And human-nature smothered to the lips
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Lover of goodness, and friend to the beautiful,
Ever go forth with a smile on thy cheek,
Knowing that God will prosper the dutiful,
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Behold, how glorious in his regal spoil
Marcellus comes, a victor more than human!
He, mighty warrior, shall the Roman weal
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