O Queen, sword-girded, helmeted in gold,
Strong Conqueror of all thy many foes,
Look from thy rocky heights and see afar
The coming Future menacing the Past,
With clamour and wild change of present things,
Kingdoms down-shaken with the fall of kings,
But fear not Thou! Thou’rt still the first and last
Imperial wearer of the deathless Rose,—
Crown’d with the sunlight, girdled with the sea,
Mother of mightiest Nations yet to be!