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The Coronation Bonfires
June 30, 1902.
Dark fell the cloud: but King's own sentinel
Each kept his beacon-watches as before;
True-hearted servants, loyal to the core,
They waited for the whisper, “All is well!”
Then star to star they leapt in flame to tell
The goodly news from over land and shore,
And long-time dumb, but eloquent the more,
They flashed their joy from plain and moor and fell.
Each kept his beacon-watches as before;
True-hearted servants, loyal to the core,
They waited for the whisper, “All is well!”
Then star to star they leapt in flame to tell
The goodly news from over land and shore,
And long-time dumb, but eloquent the more,
They flashed their joy from plain and moor and fell.
“God save the King!” “Nay, God has saved!” they cried,
“Our chosen King, whose rule shall bind in one
The seven great seas that roll beneath our ships.”
Ah never, sure, from more triumphant lips
Have beacons sped their golden message wide,
Or stars more glad begemmed our island throne!
“Our chosen King, whose rule shall bind in one
The seven great seas that roll beneath our ships.”
Ah never, sure, from more triumphant lips
Have beacons sped their golden message wide,
Or stars more glad begemmed our island throne!
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