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IN MEMORY OF QUEEN VICTORIA.
Once from the portal of heaven
An angel winged its way,
And came to this earth in the ev'ning—
A princess was born next day.
An angel winged its way,
And came to this earth in the ev'ning—
A princess was born next day.
Then England's queen grew mighty,
And ruled by the power of love;
God in his wisdom had blessed her
With this heritage from above.
And ruled by the power of love;
God in his wisdom had blessed her
With this heritage from above.
Then was seen a wretched people
Borne down in wild despair,
And she eagerly sought to befriend them,
To lighten their burden of care.
Borne down in wild despair,
And she eagerly sought to befriend them,
To lighten their burden of care.
God alone knows the stigma of slavery,
Good men are oft tempted by gold—
But we have forgotten, forgiven,
The blocks where our people were sold.
Good men are oft tempted by gold—
But we have forgotten, forgiven,
The blocks where our people were sold.
Still the turning of history's pages
Brings to light the past veiling of time,
And we read in a most brilliant splendor
Her name, to our hearts half divine.
Brings to light the past veiling of time,
And we read in a most brilliant splendor
Her name, to our hearts half divine.
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