Let Nature Smile, let all be Gay;
Tis royal royal Anna’s day.

Thou spring revive, Roll on ye spheres;
She with delight our souls employs,
From this bless’d day she dates her years
And we our lasting joys.

Chorus
Let Nature Smile, let all be gay;
’Tis royal, royal Anna’s day

Pay your homage chearful hearts,
Greet the Patroness of Arts.
With Song your tribute to her bring,
who best inspires you how to sing;.
None better claims your lays than she
Whose very soul is Harmony.
Oh happy those whose art can feast
So just, and so refined a taste.

Shine thou sun, like Anna’s smile
Cheer the world, as she our Isle.
More than thine her beams are kind,
To short seasons not confin’d;
Still reviving joys they bring,
Round the year, she gives the Spring.

In her brave offspring still she’ll live,
Nor must she bless our age alone;
But to succeeding ages give,
Heirs to her virtues and the throne.

The Sun can warm with his rays,
Tho’ he conceals his face;
So to the bright object may retreat,
Yet still impart the heat:
Nor is her bounty less admir’d,
United with her pow’r;
While she’s unseen, and most retir’d,
Warm blessing still they show’r.

Chorus
Long may great Anna live
Long may she live of lasting joys possess’d
With her Heroic(k) consort bless’d

Jeremiah Clarke’s copy / so mutilated and torn, / that I was obliged to / end my copy, in the / middle of this grand Chorus.