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GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.
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Poems by Hartley Coleridge | ||
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GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.
A NEW VERSION.
Not what I would, but what I could,
I give our little Queen so good,
Adapting thus a custom'd strain
To the sweet promise of her reign,
Whatever men in any part lie,
May they be loyal all as Hartley
Coleridge.
I give our little Queen so good,
Adapting thus a custom'd strain
To the sweet promise of her reign,
Whatever men in any part lie,
May they be loyal all as Hartley
Coleridge.
God save our Island's hope,
Long live the people's hope,
God bless our Queen.
Still may our Queen be free,
Then evermore will she
Love that good liberty
Which makes her Queen.
Long live the people's hope,
God bless our Queen.
Still may our Queen be free,
Then evermore will she
Love that good liberty
Which makes her Queen.
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Oh! may she prize that gem
Bright in her diadem,
Fair on her brow;
So, to the end of days,
May God approve her ways,
And heaven resound her praise
As earth does now.
Bright in her diadem,
Fair on her brow;
So, to the end of days,
May God approve her ways,
And heaven resound her praise
As earth does now.
Lord keep her evermore,
Pure in her own heart's core,
Kind and serene;
So shall the wise and good
Reverence her womanhood,
And the glad multitude
Love their young Queen.
Pure in her own heart's core,
Kind and serene;
So shall the wise and good
Reverence her womanhood,
And the glad multitude
Love their young Queen.
May He that dwells on high
All her thoughts sanctify;
Seraphs unseen
Sing up with holy glee,
“Let this maid's name still be
Omen of victory,”
God save the Queen!
All her thoughts sanctify;
Seraphs unseen
Sing up with holy glee,
“Let this maid's name still be
Omen of victory,”
God save the Queen!
Poems by Hartley Coleridge | ||