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I can
imagine," Quincy continued, "how those choruses would sound if sung by
the Handel and Haydn Society, backed up by a full orchestra and the big
organ." And he sang, to an extemporized melody of his own, the words:
God bless the king of the English,
The Lord of the land,
The Lord of the sea!
"I can imagine," said he, as he rose and stood before Alice, "King
Canute as a heavy-voiced basso. How he would bring out these words!
Great sea! the land on which I stand, is mine;
Its rocky shores before thy blows quail not.
Thou, too, O! sea, are part of my domain,
And, like the land, must bow to my command.
I'll sit me here! rise not, nor dare to touch,
With thy wet lips, the ermine of my robe!
"And," cried he, for the moment overcome by his enthusiasm, "how would
this sound sung in unison by five hundred well-trained voices?
For God alone is mighty,
The Lord of the sea,
The Lord of the land!
For He holds the waves of the ocean
In the hollow of His hand,
And the strength of the mightiest king
Is no more than a grain of sand.


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