In glitt’ring steel, and dire array of war,
But as my right to claim thee for mine own.
Uter. Brother, each lip for thee sends forth a blessing;
And, with the smile that buds on ev’ry face,
Alike expands a ray of happiness.
Never did I before blame nature’s work;
But now I fain would quarrel with her hests,
For that in me she caus’d a lack of years;
Else had these prayers, these blessings all been mine!
To have a crown and kingdom at command