YOUR subjects hope, dread Sire-- <br />The crown upon your brows may flourish long, <br />And that your arm may in your God be strong! <br />O may your sceptre num'rous nations sway, <br />And all with love and readiness obey! <br /> But how shall we the British king reward! <br />Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord! <br />Midst the remembrance of thy favours past, <br />The meanest peasants most admire the last* <br />May George, beloved by all the nations round, <br />Live with heav'ns choicest constant blessings crown'd! <br />Great God, direct, and guard him from on high, <br />And from his head let ev'ry evil fly! <br />And may each clime with equal gladness see <br />A monarch's smile can set his subjects free! <br /> <br /> * The Repeal of the Stamp Act.<br /><br />Phillis Wheatley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-king-s-most-excellent-majesty-1768/
