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Yea, she herself, in whose immediate stead

Thou standest, in the shadow of her soul;

All these, O King, from their seclusion dread,

And guarded palace of eternity,

Mix in thy pageant with phantasmal tread,

Hear the long waves of acclamation roll,

And with yet mightier silence marshal thee

To the awful throne thou hast inherited.