Thomas Gray

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.

Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters read more

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Not all that glisters gold.

They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.

They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay
away from the coronation.