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The Coronation
(After.)
With orb and ring, with rod and sceptre sate
Our King; his loyal people waited round
Like gorgeous flowers aslope from roof to ground,
Women white lilies,—men enroseate;
Then did one bear the sign of royal state
From off the altar, and the King was crowned,
Guns roared, bells clashed, the Abbey shook with sound,
Men shouted, and the live air throbbed with fate.
Our King; his loyal people waited round
Like gorgeous flowers aslope from roof to ground,
Women white lilies,—men enroseate;
Then did one bear the sign of royal state
From off the altar, and the King was crowned,
Guns roared, bells clashed, the Abbey shook with sound,
Men shouted, and the live air throbbed with fate.
A sudden radiance filled the solemn gloom,
From crown to lifted crown leapt tongues of fire,
Flushed by that glow an Empire's night was ended;
High o'er the King upon his rock of doom
Hope built her stair, and lo, an angel choir
With songs of cheer ascended and descended.
From crown to lifted crown leapt tongues of fire,
Flushed by that glow an Empire's night was ended;
High o'er the King upon his rock of doom
Hope built her stair, and lo, an angel choir
With songs of cheer ascended and descended.
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