[May the young Queen be happy, and calm her renown]
I
May the young Queen be happy, and calm her renown,
While the sword in the scabbard reposes;
On the forehead of youth may the sovereign crown
Press no more than a chaplet of roses.
May the Arts, as they did in Elizabeth's reign,
Shed around intellectual glory;
And Victoria's annals be free from the stain
Of the errors that darkened her story.
May the young Queen be happy, unsullied her court,
And the love of her people her pride and support!
II
May the young Queen be happy! should peace pass away
Not a heart in her kingdom would falter;
Her voice would call forth a triumphant array,
In defence of the throne and the altar.
But laurels enough ready gathered we find;
And no spark of right feeling he loses,
Who prays that the olive may now be entwin'd
With the evergreen wreath of the Muses.
May the young Queen be happy, unsullied her court,
And the love of her people her pride and support!
