TO THE QUEEN. Revered, beloved-O you that hold A nobler office upon earth Than arms, or power of brain, or birth Could give the warrior kings of old, Victoria, since your Royal grace This laurel greener from the brows And should your greatness, and the care Then-while a sweeter music wakes, And thro' wild March the throstle calls, The sun-lit almond-blossom shakes VOL. I. B I |