November 1813 by William Wordsworth

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November 1813 by William Wordsworth

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Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flow Of states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe Insensible. He sits deprived of sight And lamentably wrapt in twofold night Whom no weak hopes deceived; whose mind ensued Through perilous war, with regal fortitude Peace that should claim respect from lawless Might Dread King of Kings, vouchsafe a ray divine To his forlorn condition! let thy grace Upon his inner soul in mercy shine; Permit his hеart to kindle, and to embrace (Though it wеre only for a moment's space) The triumphs of this hour; for they are thine!

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  • William Wordsworth