A GOLDEN largesse from a store untold Announced the ruddy day’s imperial birth, And woke a loyal world to jubilant mirth And hopes that boasted, madly over-bold. Shadow and thunder from a dull cloud rolled, A shiver chilled the lately glittering firth, As gloom set heavy hand upon the earth; Yet look—on westward hills a gleam of gold.
You have laughed and bidden us laugh, O lord of jest; |