NO, by thousand hills,
Beloved England, doth appear
Quite good enougo overbear
th rebellious wills !
e cannot say the morning-sun fulfils
Ingloriously its course, nor t the clear
Strong stars significance insphere
Our ation: ime, our ills
t a cry
Against t,
As if ourselves ter certainly
t o. Maker and ,
I ask t my joys to multiply,--
Only to make me .