 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
VICTORIA DEI GRATIA REGINA.
Well has she held the sceptre long,
Well has she ruled a happy land;
It was the Almighty made her strong,
Who held through all her human hand.
For else her woman's acts were weak,
Her woman's feet had vainly trod;
Had she not ever learnt to speak,
Just by the grace of God.
Well has she ruled a happy land;
It was the Almighty made her strong,
Who held through all her human hand.
For else her woman's acts were weak,
Her woman's feet had vainly trod;
Had she not ever learnt to speak,
Just by the grace of God.
Well has she tuned her woman's heart,
To even the smallest tale of grief;
And been herself the sweetest part,
Of all her womanly relief.
Her power was rather felt than seen,
The blossoms hid the royal rod;
We only knew that she was Queen,
Just by the grace of God.
To even the smallest tale of grief;
And been herself the sweetest part,
Of all her womanly relief.
Her power was rather felt than seen,
The blossoms hid the royal rod;
We only knew that she was Queen,
Just by the grace of God.
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Well has she played the noble wife.
As wedded to her country's weal;
Who to it consecrated life,
And set her honour as a seal.
To all her greatness grandly true,
She failed not those that meanly plod;
Her humblest action took its hue,
Just from the grace of God.
As wedded to her country's weal;
Who to it consecrated life,
And set her honour as a seal.
To all her greatness grandly true,
She failed not those that meanly plod;
Her humblest action took its hue,
Just from the grace of God.
Well has she all a Mother's care,
To all her countless children shown;
Who every burden ran to share,
And every sorrow made her own.
It was not that she stooped to us,
She raised the fallen from the sod
Unto her side, and gloried thus
Just in the grace of God.
To all her countless children shown;
Who every burden ran to share,
And every sorrow made her own.
It was not that she stooped to us,
She raised the fallen from the sod
Unto her side, and gloried thus
Just in the grace of God.
Well has she kept her solemn trust,
For fifty bright and blameless years;
Erect in strife and stormy gust,
Unshaken by a world of fears.
From duty's path she would not swerve,
Though other thrones might round her nod;
Her people not herself to serve,
Just by the grace of God.
For fifty bright and blameless years;
Erect in strife and stormy gust,
Unshaken by a world of fears.
From duty's path she would not swerve,
Though other thrones might round her nod;
Her people not herself to serve,
Just by the grace of God.
Well has she done what despots feign,
And nothing base or little thought;
Until we seemed with her to reign,
So queenly for us all she wrought.
Long may she live to govern yet,
Whom faith has shielded, peace has shod;
Who never did her rule forget,
Was by the grace of God.
And nothing base or little thought;
Until we seemed with her to reign,
So queenly for us all she wrought.
Long may she live to govern yet,
Whom faith has shielded, peace has shod;
Who never did her rule forget,
Was by the grace of God.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |