Written for the Coronation

OF THE TWELFTH-NIGHT QUEEN .

Here is a crown, but where is the Queen
With brow of beauty, and grace of mien,
And worthy such gift to demand?
Whose power all hearts shall ever confess,
Whose smile shall bless and frown depress,
And every look command?

Such is the Queen to whom we bow;
Thine, fair Catherine, is the brow
To adorn the crown we bring,
And she shall reign our chosen Queen,
With her brow of beauty and grace of mien,
Till she chooses to take a king.

Here's crown and Queen, but where shall she reign?
What loyal subjects and fair domain
Shall we to our Queen impart?
Her empire shall be
O'er the land and the sea,
And her throne in every heart.
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