Shows and nightly revels,
Signs of joy and peace,
Fill royal Britain’s court,
While cruel war far off doth rage,
For ever hence exilèd.
Fair and princely branches
With strong arms increase,
From that deep-rooted tree
Whose sacred strength and glory
Foreign malice hath beguilèd.
Our divided kingdoms now in friendly kindred meet,
And old debate to love and kindness turns,
Our power with double force uniting.
Truly reconcilèd, grief appears at last more sweet
Both to ourselves and faithful friends,
Our undermining foes affrighting.