Her Edward, yet afar,
Beheld her with bright vision’s eye.
She wiped away the pearly tear,
And tripp’d on deck. Then ’rose a shout
For Denmark’s shooting star—
Resounding thro’ the azure sky!
Silently sped the ship over the sea:
Edward beheld his Bride, happy and free.
England’s store of wealth and fame
Burst forth in one united blaze,