 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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ALEXANDRA.
Yes, we love her, we are loyal
Each to Alexandra's fame,
Since with breast so true and royal
She to conquer England came;
Came, in trust her sole protection,
Strong to play a noble part,
Bringing fetters of affection,
Bonds for every willing heart;
Came, the child of ocean rangers
Who had plundered oft our shore,
Came and saw and conquered strangers,
None had conquered thus before.
Each to Alexandra's fame,
Since with breast so true and royal
She to conquer England came;
Came, in trust her sole protection,
Strong to play a noble part,
Bringing fetters of affection,
Bonds for every willing heart;
Came, the child of ocean rangers
Who had plundered oft our shore,
Came and saw and conquered strangers,
None had conquered thus before.
Ah, she let no icy distance
Yawn between us and love's throne,
Ready still to yield assistance
Wanted, not to rule alone;
Drew us in fair woman's fashion,
Ministering grandly thus,
Close to her in large compassion,
She who rules by serving us;
Queenly, yet with modest carriage
Showing, where the poor man plods,
Heaven itself has made her marriage,
Sent a daughter of the gods.
Yawn between us and love's throne,
Ready still to yield assistance
Wanted, not to rule alone;
Drew us in fair woman's fashion,
Ministering grandly thus,
Close to her in large compassion,
She who rules by serving us;
Queenly, yet with modest carriage
Showing, where the poor man plods,
Heaven itself has made her marriage,
Sent a daughter of the gods.
Yet she moves, and takes her pleasure
Only in her subjects' need,
Shares with them her time and treasure,
Stoops to them in tender deed;
Fills with royal ease a station,
Rank may hold and never fill,
Worthy of her, and the nation
Dear alike in good and ill;
Yet she lives among us, going
In and out, as others crave,
Seeds of human kindness sowing,
Glad to be our sceptred slave.
Only in her subjects' need,
Shares with them her time and treasure,
Stoops to them in tender deed;
Fills with royal ease a station,
Rank may hold and never fill,
Worthy of her, and the nation
Dear alike in good and ill;
Yet she lives among us, going
In and out, as others crave,
Seeds of human kindness sowing,
Glad to be our sceptred slave.
When did truer, sweeter woman
Over people rule so well,
Rich in all the graces human,
Wrought into one radiant spell?
Where the lady Nature gifted,
Earth endowed with wealth or crown,
Who herself so high has lifted,
Just by stepping greatly down?
Like our own Princess, whose beauty
Lets the love within her shine
Out, and, doing but her duty,
Rules our hearts by right divine?
Over people rule so well,
Rich in all the graces human,
Wrought into one radiant spell?
Where the lady Nature gifted,
Earth endowed with wealth or crown,
Who herself so high has lifted,
Just by stepping greatly down?
Like our own Princess, whose beauty
Lets the love within her shine
Out, and, doing but her duty,
Rules our hearts by right divine?
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |