  T O that clear Majesty which in the North Doth like another sun in glory rise; Which standeth fixt, yet spreads her heavenly worth Loadstone to hearts, and loadstar 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 th' 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 shew 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 a Highness flee. Fair Soul, since to the fairest body knit, You give such lively life, such quick'ning 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, sweet Spirit, ere than to heaven depart, Which mak'st each place a heaven, wherein thou art. Her Majesty's least and unworthiest subject, John Davies. |
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