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Child, with the soft hymn by a father's bed
Child, with the soft hymn by a father's bed
Sung soothing; maiden, whose bright face did stir
All our rough England with the love of her,
For the dear help she gave the aching head
Of our good Queen—beyond all sung or said
Of fair adventure and of golden skies
The morning dawn'd for those delighted eyes;—
Woman most happy, most serenely wed!
Is there aught better, aught that angels care
To look on more intently as they wait
For their ascension from this lower earth,
Than lives thus doubly, delicately fair,
With double coronation, double state,
One fortune's crown, one fairer far of worth?
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