OUR QUEEN.
MAY 24TH.
Loved Queen of Scotia's bonnie braes!
Of Erin's, England's homes; This day thy people speak thy praise
Where'er the exile roams.
By gorgeous India's ancient fanes;
On Greenland's banks of snow; Where, o'er Columbia's boundless plains,
Majestic rivers flow.
On frozen seas, in balmy air,
By forest's dusky green Ariseth up to heaven the prayer:—
"God bless our gracious Queen!"
God guide her through the evening light
To where no shadows frown; Nor sorrow's pall, nor darksome night
Will dim that lustrous crown.
Let earthly glory sink in night;
Life's record, without stain, Shall cast an ever-hallowed light
Across Victoria's reign.
'Tis not that Britain's martial prow
In every port appears; Nor that the flag which streameth now
Hath waved a thousand years.