CHORUS.
Darkly though clouds may hang o’er us awhile,
The crown shall not pass from the Beautiful Isle.
II.
Ages may roll ere your children regain
The land for which heroes have perish’d in vain;
Yet, in the sound of your names shall be power,
Around her still gathering in glory’s full hour.
Strong in the fame of the mighty that sleep,
Your Britain shall sit on the throne of the deep.