that
drewfrom
thee on
earth the
breath of
their
souls and
the food
of their
bodies are
now thy
meekest
servants
and
subjects；
and the
voices of
their
praise
mustring
so loud
and sweet
to thine
ears that
these
rough
words of
mine are
but as
jarring
sounds of
discord.
To Thee， O
Gladsome
Queen of a
Gladsome
Art， it
cannot be
known that
one so
poorand
miserable
as I doth
even in
thy loved
land
exist，
much less
that thy
most
