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V.

" What is grandeur, what is Power?
" Heavier toil, superior pain.
" What the bright reward we gain?
" The grateful memory of the Good.
" Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
" The bee's collected treasures sweet,
" Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet
" The still small voice of Gratitude."

VI.

Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud
The venerable Marg'ret fee!
" Welcome, my noble Son, (she cries aloud)
" To this, thy kindred train, and me:
" Pleas'd in thy lineaments we trace
" A Tudor's fire, a Beaufort's grace.
" Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye,
" The flower unheeded shall defray,

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" And bid it round heav'ns altars shed

" The fragrance of its blushing head:

" Shall raife from earth the latent gem

" To glitter on the diadem.

VII.

" Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band,

" Not obvious, not obtrusive, She

" No vulgar praife, no venal incenſe flings:

" Nor dares with courtly tongue refin'd

" Profane thy inborn royalty of mind:

" She reveres herſelf and thee..

" With modeſt pride to grace thy youthful

" brow

" The laureate wreath, that Cecil wore, the

" brings,

" And to thy juſt, thy gentle hand

" Submits the Faſces of her ſway,

" While