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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Coronation Poem And Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world has crowned a thousand kings:<br>But destiny has kept<br>Her weightiest hour of kingly power<br>To offer England's son.<br>The rising bell of Progress rings;<br>And Truths which long have slept,<br>Like prophets strange, predicting change,<br>Before Time's chariot run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The greatest Empire of the Earth.<br>Old England proudly stands.<br>Like arteries her Colonies<br>Reach out from sea to sea.<br>She clasps all races in her girth;<br>Her gaze the world commands;<br>And far and wide where strong ships ride,<br>The British Flag floats free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, never since the stars began<br>Their round of Cosmic law,<br>And souls evolved in ways unsolved,<br>And kingdoms reached their prime<br>Has Destiny held out to Man<br>A gift so full of awe,<br>As England's crown which she hands down<br>In this stupendous time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This is a crucial hour, when Fate<br>Tries Monarchs as by fire.<br>All rulers must be more than just-<br>Men starve on bread alone.<br>Old England's sense of right is great;<br>But now let her aspire<br>To feel more love, and build thereof<br>An everlasting Throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The dreaming East, awake at last,<br>Is asking 'when' and 'why';<br>Wait not too long nor answer wrong,<br>Nor in too stern a voice.<br>Let England profit by her past,<br>And with her wise reply<br>Rouse hearts, within her foster kin<br>To hope, and to rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>True wealth dwells not in things we own,<br>But in our use of things.<br>Who would command a conquered land<br>Must conquer first its heart.<br>Such might as Man has never known,<br>And power undreamed by kings,<br>And boundless strength would come at length<br>To one who used that art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For now has dawned the People's day:<br>A day of great unrest.<br>Nor king nor creed can still man's need<br>Of time and space to grow.<br>All lands must shape a wider way,<br>For this eternal quest;<br>And Leisure yield a larger field<br>Where work-worn feet may go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Universe is all a-thrill<br>With changes imminent.<br>The World in faith, with bated breath,<br>Holds free the Leader's place.<br>And wise is he whose heart and will<br>At one with Time's intent,<br>Shall open wide doors long denied<br>To mothers of the race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>On this round globe, oh, when and where<br>Were fitter time and scene<br>For Woman's soul to reach its goal<br>Than now in England's realm.<br>Was not the crown its King will wear<br>Made glorious by its Queen?<br>And who steered straight its ship of State?<br>Victoria at the Helm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Kings have been kings by accident,<br>By favour and by force,<br>But right of birth and moral worth,<br>And Empires rich and broad<br>For England's King to-day are blent<br>Like rivers on one course.<br>But, ah! the light falls searching white<br>Down from the Throne of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lord of the Earth and heavenly spheres,<br>Creator of all things,<br>Thou who hast wrought great worlds from naught,<br>Give strength to England's son.<br>Give courage to dispel those fears<br>That come to even kings,<br>And for his creed give Love's full mead;<br>Amen. Thy Will be done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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But destiny has kept
Her weightiest hour of kingly power
To offer England's son.
The rising bell of Progress rings;
And Truths which long have slept,
Like prophets strange, predicting change,
Before Time's c..."></div>
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