Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, br Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flow br Of states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe, br Insensible. He sits deprived of sight, br And lamentably wrapt in twofold night, br Whom no weak hopes deceived; whose mind ensued, br Through perilous war, with regal fortitude, br Peace that should claim respect from lawless Might.