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NATIONAL PRAYERS.
Oh, shielded by such panoply of saintsForged in high heaven! thus, most gracious Queen,
If ever here thy royal spirit faints
Amid the perils of our changeful scene,
These prayers shall pour upon thy brow serene
Unruffled radiance; shedding holy balm,
Like moonlight silvering a lake at calm,
Over thy many cares and many fears
So lull'd to rest: and thus, on history's page,
Mercies to come for many happy years
Shall be thy birthright: though the nations rage,
And the uprooted mountains churn the sea,
The Lord shall bless thy line from age to age,
And Britain thank her God for lending Thee!
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