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While Caesar like the morning star
Our British sphere shall grace,
No more alarms of rebel war
Shall Albion’s beauteous soil deface.
His arms did first the rebel host confound,
His godlike mercy next the conquest crowned.
His fame, like incense, mounts the skies,
While never, never more to rise
Pride and Discord headlong go
Down to the deep abyss below.
Written by: Henry Purcell


