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Rh Let with a heavenly music sound, o'er half the world its mastery wield, Queen of them all is in our eyes, and unto none the palm shall yield, And tho' it were a beggar-girl, and nothing but a maiden spurned— It is our will that it may to a glorious princess be turned— Be thou the apple of our eye, be thou to us more dear than all— And never thro' our failing care, upon it shall a shadow fall— There has no compact e'er been made, that can impose a price to pay Rather would we all surrender, than a jot should go astray Nay, ne'er shall be with our consent surrendered to an overlord,