Irish
1677 – 1707
Whilst heaven with envy on the earth looked down,
Saw us unworthy of the royal pair,
And justly claimed Maria as its own,
Yet kindly left the glorious William here:
The heaven and earth alike do in the blessing share.
He makes the earth, she heaven our great allies,
And though we mourn, she for our comfort dies,
Nor need we fear the rash presumptuous foe,
Whilst she’s our saint above, and he our king below.
Poets Corner 
A most timely posting of this poem by a gifted wordsmith
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I originally had another piece planned for today but, when I discovered this poem, decided to switch the order for timeliness’ sake.
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That worked out very well. As things frequently do. Just in time.
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