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 Though they above thee did appear, As yet in a more large and higher sphear, Thou the Great Sun, gav'st light to every Star. Thy self an Army wert alone, And mighty Troops contain'dst in one: Thy only Sword did guard the Land Like that which flaming in the Angels hand From Men God's Garden did defend: But yet thy Sword did more than his, Not only guarded, but did make this Land a Paradise.

Thou sought'st not to be high or great, Not for a Scepter or a Krown, Or Ermyne, Purple or the Throne; But as the Vestal heat Thy Fire was kindled from above alone. Religion putting on thy shield Brought thee Victorious to the Field: Thy Arms like those which ancient Hero's wore VVere given by the God thou didst adore: And all the Swords, thy Armies had Were on an Heavenly Anvil made. Not Int'rest, or any weak desire Of Rule, or Empire, did thy mind inspire: Thy valour like the holy Fire, Which did before the Persian Armies go, Liv'd in the Camp, and yet was sacred too. Thy mighty Sword anticipates VVhat was reserv'd for Heaven, and those blest Seats And makes the Church triumphant here below. Rh