Yet, Queen, because the love of you hath wound
A golden girdle all about the earth,
Because your name is as a trumpet sound
To call toward you men of English birth
From the world’s outmost bound,
Because old kinsmen, long estranged from home,
Come, with old foes, to greet you, friend and kin,
With kindly eyes behold your guests come in,
See from afar the long procession come!
No Emperor in Rome’s Imperial days
Knew ever such a triumph day as this,
Though captive kings bore chains along his ways,
Though tribute from the furthest isles was his,
With pageant and with praise.
For you—free kings and free republics grace
Your triumph, and across the conquered waves
Come gifts from friends, not tributes wrung from slaves,
And praise kneels, clothed in love, before your face.
Ring, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar
Its ecstasy! Let the hid heart in prayer
Lift up your name! God bless you evermore,
Lady, who have the noblest crown to wear
That ever monarch wore.
For, ’mid this day’s triumphal voluntaries,
Your name shines like the splendour of the sun,
Because your name with England’s name is one,
As Hers, thank God! is one with Liberty’s.
TRAFALGAR DAY
Laurels, bring laurels, sheaves on sheaves,
Till England’s boughs are bare of leaves!
Soon comes the flower more rare, more dear
Than any laurel this year weaves—
The Aloe of the hundredth year
Since from the smoke of Trafalgar
He passed to where the heroes are,
Nelson, who passed and yet is here,
Whose dust is fire beneath our feet,
Whose memory mans our fleet.
Laurels, bring laurels, since they hold
His England’s tears in each green fold,
His England’s joy, his England’s pride,
His England’s glories manifold.
Yet what was Victory since he died?
And what was Death since he lives yet,
Above a Nation’s worship set,
Above her heroes glorified?—
Nelson, who made our flag a star
To lead where Victories are!
A SONG OF TRAFALGAR
Like an angry sun, like a splendid star,
War gleams down the long years’ track;
They strain at the leash, the dogs of war,
And who shall hold them back?
“Let loose the pack: we are English bred,
We will meet them full and fair
With the flag of England over our head,
And his hand to keep it there!”