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XII.
A glorious Crown, if God maintain it, thou,O Queen, hast rightfully inherited:
If not, even now it totters on thy head:
Therefore to Him present in time thy vow.
For thousands are there that have knit their brow
Against thy throne and thee: thousands have spread
Their hands against thee: yea, the shaft was sped
Long since, the venomed shaft on-flying now.
And yet despond not; for thy People's prayers,
And wise men wakeful all the livelong night,
Are striving for thee; and the brave will fight;
And all the good are fighting unawares
For thee. Away with comfortless despairs!
Power is of God; and He will guard the Right.
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