Extempore, the Day of the Coronation of Their Sacred Majesties King George and Queen Charlotte
Jove smiles, and azures o'er the Welkin's Height,
Sol , at his Nod, resplendent shines around;
The Cloud-pent Rains, forbidden are to fall,
All Nature seems unusually serene.
While the glad People, in loud Peals, bespake
The Joy, that 'bounds in ev'ry loyal Breast:
Thus are our Sovereigns, with one Consent
Of Heav'n and Earth, Britannia 's Guardians crown'd.
Sol , at his Nod, resplendent shines around;
The Cloud-pent Rains, forbidden are to fall,
All Nature seems unusually serene.
While the glad People, in loud Peals, bespake
The Joy, that 'bounds in ev'ry loyal Breast:
Thus are our Sovereigns, with one Consent
Of Heav'n and Earth, Britannia 's Guardians crown'd.
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