Inspiration is not to be "decreed",
It is to be felt. I am not like men
Who use their words to show their heart for them,
My sword and My arm speak for Me in deeds.

This day, let the prize You now wear be both
My token and thanks, though `tis poor favor
'gainst the love You have given Me, `tis more
Fit for You than any gift won, in troth.

What My tongue is slow to perfectly send
Let this deed, this action show My duty;
You have been My Queen of Love and Beauty,
Now, let Ye be so to all this Our land.

It is nothing more than what You deserve, 
And by nothing less will You now be served.

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