Classic Poem

To that clear Majesty which in the north
Doth, like another sun, in glory rise;
Which standeth fixed, yet spreads her heavenly worth,
Lodestone to hearts, and lodestar to all eyes;

Like heaven in all; like th' earth in this alone,
That though great states by her support do stand,
Yet she herself supported is of none,
But by the finger of the Almighty's hand;

To the divinest and the richest mind,
Both by art's purchase and by nature's dower,
That ever was from heaven to earth confined,
To show the utmost of a creature's power;

To that great Spirit, which doth great kingdoms move,
The sacred spring, whence right and honour streams,
Distilling virtue, shedding peace and love,
In every place, as Cynthia sheds her beams;

I offer up some sparkles of that fire,
Whereby we reason, live, and move, and be;
These sparks by nature evermore aspire,
Which makes them to so high an Highness flee.

Fair Soul, since, to the fairest body knit,
You give such lively life, such quickening power,
Such sweet celestial influence to it,
As keeps it still in youth's immortal flower;

(As, where the sun is present all the year,
And never doth retire his golden ray,
Needs must the spring be everlasting there,
And every season like the month of May,)

O! many, many years may you remain,
A happy Angel to this happy land;
Long, long may you on earth our Empress reign,
Ere you in heaven a glorious Angel stand.

Stay long (swee Spirit) ere thou to heaven depart,
Which makest each place a heaven wherein thou art.