Windsor! henceforth a loftier spell
Invests thy storied walls--
The Bards of future years shall tell
That first within thy halls
Imperial TRUTH and MERCY met,
And in that hallow'd hour
Gave earth the hope that Peace shall yet
Be dear to Kings as Power.
When France clasp'd England's hand of old
There memory marks the wane
Of iron times, the bad and bold;[45]
Oh, may our SECOND FIELD of GOLD
A portent still more fair unfold
Of Wisdom's widening reign!