Now does the glorious Day appear,
The mightiest Day of all the Year;
Not any one such Joy could bring,
Not that which ushers in the Spring.

That of ensuing Plenaty hopes does give
This did the hope of Liberty retrieve;
This does our Fertile Isle with Glory Crown,
And al the Fruits it yields we now can call our own
On this best day was our Restorer born,
Far above all let this the Kalender Adorn.

II.

It was a work of full as great a weight,
And [did] require the selfsame Power,
Which did frail Humane kind Create,
When they were lost them to restore;
For a like Act, Fate gave our Princes[s]Birth,
As well as Triumphs upon Earth,
To which s great, so god a Queen was given

III.

By beauteous softness mixt with Majesty,
An Empire over every Heart she gains,
And from her awful Power none could be free,
She with such Sweetness and such Justice Reigns;
Her Hero too, whose Conduct and whose Arms
The trembling Papal World their Force must yield,
Must bend himself to her victorious Charms,
And give up Trophies of each Field.
Our dear Religion, with our Laws defence,
To God her Zeal, to Man Benevolence;
Must her above all former Monarch[s] raise,
To be the everlasting Theme of Praise;
No more shall we the great Eliza boast,
For her great Name in Greater Mary’s will be lost.

Now now, with one united Voice
Let us aloud proclaim our Joys;
Io Triumphe let us sing,
And make Heaven’s mighty Concave Ring.