

In Fenchurch Street a fair child, in costly apparel, stood on a stage
to welcome his Majesty to the city.  The last verse of his greeting was
in these words--

Welcome, O King! as much as hearts can think; Welcome, again, as much
as tongue can tell,--Welcome to joyous tongues, and hearts that will
not shrink: God thee preserve, we pray, and wish thee ever well.