NO, by thousand hills,

    Beloved England, doth appear

    Quite good enougo overbear

    th rebellious wills !

    e cannot say the morning-sun fulfils

    Ingloriously its course, nor t the clear

    Strong stars  significance insphere

    Our ation: ime, our ills

    t a cry

    Against t,

    As if ourselves ter certainly

    t o. Maker and ,

    I ask t my joys to multiply,--

    Only to make me .