Albion and Albanius - Song

VII

1 Venus .

Albion, hail; the gods present thee
All the richest of their treasures,
Peace and pleasures
To content thee,
Dancing their eternal measures.

2

But above all human blessing
Take a warlike loyal brother;
Never prince had such another:
Conduct, courage, truth expressing,
All heroic worth possessing.
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