The wondrous stork is said to carry through the breezes her parent , broken by years , when hateful old age has now denied it strength , and does not allow it to lift its exhausted frame , and to balance itself on swift wing through the movements of the air . If she finds food in the pathless mountains , the ailing mother has the greater share ; thus she competes with her parent in dutiful services , mindful , in her parents ’ weak old age , that they once nourished her . Just so , where the land of the English takes pride in its Princess , does Elizabeth , now wielding the sceptre of the sacred land , she who first allowed us to enjoy heavenly light , still gently rule her beloved country , and cherish it as her own mother ; and as a parent she nourishes her own parent . Therefore , you will now be the mother of your people , Elizabeth , they will cherish only you , and may the late-born throng of descendants , while you still live , pray : “ Long live Elizabeth .”
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