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No vernal suns illume thy day, Fair star of joy! then brighter beam! No forest-notes attend thy way, Then strike the lyre, then wake the lay, To one inspiring theme!

Thy steps may blight the roseate plain, Thy winds may chill the vale; Yet, blooming 'midst thy shadowy train, One radiant morn adorns thy reign; Hail! dark October! hail!

Thine is the day, to Britons dear, That bids fair Albion dry the tear; With myrtles wreath her victor-spear, And ev'ry grief disown. Oh! let a people's voice prolong, Proud Loyalty's triumphal song; And faith, and truth, and valor, throng Around Britannia's throne!