But lo! what sudden radiance gilds the skies?
'Tis Gratitude descending from above,
Known by the sweetness of her dove-like eyes,
Daughter of truth and universal love!
To HENRY'S sacred dome she wafts along,
And on thy tomb she pours
Celestial sweets and aramanthine flowers:
The old, the young, the rich, the wretched crowd
Numerous around her, and with accents loud
Raise the mix'd voice, and pour the grateful song:
"Hail Queen adorn'd by nature and by art!
"Thine was each virtue of the head and heart;
"Thy people blest thee, and thy children lov'd,
"And thy King honour'd, and thy God approv'd, "