1 Though No High-Hung Bells Or Din Of Braggart Bugles Cry It In - What Is Sound? Nature'S Round Makes The Silver Jubilee. 2 Five And Twenty Years Have Run Since Sacred Fountains To The Sun Sprang, That But Now Were Shut, Showering Silver Jubilee. 3 Feasts, When We Shall Fall Asleep, Shrewsbury May See Others Keep; None But You This Her True, This Her Silver Jubilee. 4 Not Today We Need Lament Your Wealth Of Life Is Some Way Spent: Toil Has Shed Round Your Head Silver But For Jubilee. 5 Then For Her Whose Velvet Vales Should Have Pealed With Welcome, Wales, Let The Chime Of A Rhyme Utter Silver Jubilee.