More sweet than song, in that it straightway comes,
Unfeignéd, from frank hearts;
From loyal lips it starts,
Unprompted, undragooned. The highway hums
With the full sound of it. Fifes, trumpets, drums
Bravely may play their parts.
In the Imperial pageant, but the swell
Of the free English shout
Strikes sweeter—who dares doubt?—
On Royal ears. Music of marriage bell