English poem
And she hears many tongues of men, that are singing as one…
by John Reade (1826–)
And she hears many tongues of men, that are singing as one in her praise, Calling her, all, by one name, a name that is noble and old, Singing a pæan of joy for the light of the gladdest of days, Making a noise of thanksgiving for union more precious than gold.