Revered, beloved[[1]]—O you that hold
A nobler office upon earth
Than arms, or power of brain, or birth
Could give the warrior kings of old,
Victoria,[[2]]—since your Royal grace
To one of less desert allows
This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter’d nothing base;
And should your greatness, and the care
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme
If aught of ancient worth be there;
Then—while[[3]] a sweeter music wakes,
And thro’ wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls
The sun-lit almond-blossom shakes—
Take, Madam, this poor book of song;
For tho’ the faults were thick as dust
In vacant chambers, I could trust
Your kindness.[[4]] May you rule us long.
And leave us rulers of your blood
As noble till the latest day!
May children of our children say,
“She wrought her people lasting good;[[5]]
“Her court was pure; her life serene;
God gave her peace; her land reposed;
A thousand claims to reverence closed
In her as Mother, Wife and Queen;
“And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet[[6]]
“By shaping some august decree,
Which kept her throne unshaken still,
Broad-based upon her people’s will,[[7]]
And compass’d by the inviolate sea.”
MARCH, 1851.
[1] 1851. Revered Victoria, you that hold.
[2] 1851. I thank you that your Royal grace.
[3] This stanza added in 1853.
[4] 1851. Your sweetness.
[5] In 1851 the following stanza referring to the first Crystal Palace, opened 1st May, 1851, was inserted here:—
She brought a vast design to pass,
When Europe and the scatter’d ends
Of our fierce world were mixt as friends
And brethren, in her halls of glass.
[6] 1851. Broader yet.
[7] With this cf. Shelley, Ode to Liberty:—
Athens diviner yet
Gleam’d with its crest of columns on the will
Of man.
Claribel
a melody
First published in 1830.