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A / SONG / On the QUEEN’S / CORONA TION
Written by Mr. Tate, Poet Laureate to her Majesty.
Sett to Musick by Mr. ABELL and sung at Chelsea-College.
ALOUD proclaim the Cheerful Sound,
That Europe’s Joys in ours are Crown’d.
No more fruitless Grief
Thy wretched Hours Employ,
But BRITAIN bless the kind Relief,
And listen to the Voice of Joy.
Thy Seas of Tears were justly shed,
A Pious Tribute to the Mighty Dead.
Yet Oh! When such a Bliss relieves thy Care,
’Tis Duty to Rejoice, and Impious to Despair.
Proclaim aloud the Cheerful Sound, That Europe’s Joys in ours are Crown’d.
Proclaim to ev’ry distant Plain,
Fame, Piety, and Anna Reign.
Tell the insulting Gallick Foe,
That Anna fills thy Royal Seat,
Great Nassau’s Triumphs to Compleat.
Like Him, to raise th’ Opprest, and lay Proud Tyrants Low.
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