66 Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,— "Thy mill my kingdom's fee! "Such men as thou art England's boast, "O miller of the Dee." O SAY what is that thing called Light, You talk of wondrous things you see, My day or night myself I make With heavy sighs I often hear Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy; Mackay. Cibber. 90.-MY GOOD RIGHT HAND. I FELL into grief, and began to complain; To trust to the world is to build on the sand:- My courage revived, in my fortune's despite, Mackay. 91. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. GOD save our noble Queen! Long live our gracious Queen! GOD save the Queen! Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us; GOD save the Queen! O LORD our God, arise! And make them fall! Confound their politics, Thy choicest gifts in store, May she defend our laws, To sing, with heart and voice, THE END. PRINTED BY C. CULL, HOUGHTON STREET, STRAND. |