Lift up thine eyes, Queen-Warrior of the world!
Stand, fearless-footed on Time’s shifting verge,
And watch the New Year’s doubtful Dawn emerge
From parting clouds thick-roll’d in thunderous War!
Lo, how thy broad East reddens to the West,
The while thy thousand-victoried flag, unfurl’d,
Waves to thy North and South in one royal fold
Of tent-like shelter for an Empire’s rest;