May no grief her heart sadden,
May this day her heart gladden;
Victoria sits on her earth-rounded throne!
From the waters that freeze into mountains of stone
To the fire-flashing shores of the tropical zone,
When a soldier has fallen a tear can she shed,
With the widow she knows how to mourn for the dead;
She makes all the cares of her kingdom her own.
Though the touch of the monarch no longer heals,
As balm to the heart her sympathy steals.