English Roses by F. Harald Williams [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] |
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THE QUEEN'S WRIT RUNS. |
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THE QUEEN'S WRIT RUNS.
Over the shoreland, under the foreland,
Inland and always the Queen's Writ runs;
None may deny it, none can defy it—
None from the dawn to the setting of suns.
Blow it out, bugle-man;
Tell it forth, fugle-man,
Round the wide world to the rolling of guns!
Honour it verily,
March to it merrily,
Holding the path which the Queen's Writ runs.
Strong as the mountains, deep as the fountains,
Justice is law where the Queen's Writ runs.
Inland and always the Queen's Writ runs;
None may deny it, none can defy it—
None from the dawn to the setting of suns.
Blow it out, bugle-man;
Tell it forth, fugle-man,
Round the wide world to the rolling of guns!
Honour it verily,
March to it merrily,
Holding the path which the Queen's Writ runs.
Strong as the mountains, deep as the fountains,
Justice is law where the Queen's Writ runs.
War with its racket arms the blue-jacket,
Red-coat and all, till the Queen's Writ runs;
Old earth is prouder, smelling the powder
Burnt to make brighter the face of the suns.
Misery, stay on it;
Sword blade and bayonet,
Usher it bringing the flag and the guns!
Make of the devilry,
Strife and its revelry
Carpet of blood where the Queen's Writ runs!
Liberty, kindness break through the blindness
Darkening the lands, where the Queen's Writ runs.
Red-coat and all, till the Queen's Writ runs;
Old earth is prouder, smelling the powder
Burnt to make brighter the face of the suns.
Misery, stay on it;
Sword blade and bayonet,
Usher it bringing the flag and the guns!
Make of the devilry,
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Carpet of blood where the Queen's Writ runs!
Liberty, kindness break through the blindness
Darkening the lands, where the Queen's Writ runs.
Blessing the wide ways, keeping the tide-ways
Open for Empire, the Queen's Writ runs;
Bearing new charters, more than the Garter's
Ribbon of rank, and sweet of the suns.
Thunders its oracle,
Where the wild coracle
(Pirate or slaver) is scared by its guns;
Northerly, Southerly
Blasts, by its motherly
Mandate are stirred, where the Queen's Writ runs.
As on the human breasts of a woman
Children are safe, where the Queen's Writ runs.
Open for Empire, the Queen's Writ runs;
Bearing new charters, more than the Garter's
Ribbon of rank, and sweet of the suns.
Thunders its oracle,
Where the wild coracle
(Pirate or slaver) is scared by its guns;
Northerly, Southerly
Blasts, by its motherly
Mandate are stirred, where the Queen's Writ runs.
As on the human breasts of a woman
Children are safe, where the Queen's Writ runs.
Roof of the nations, freedom's foundations,
Sowing the desert the Queen's Writ runs;
Peace and its plenty turn one to twenty
Corn sheaves, and shadows to ne'er-setting suns.
Life waxes glorious,
Labours victorious
Over fierce odds, at the flash of its guns;
Youth and its benison,
Love as with venison
Feast broken hearts, if the Queen's Writ runs.
None shall be longing vainly in wronging
Ills for redress, while the Queen's Writ runs.
Sowing the desert the Queen's Writ runs;
Peace and its plenty turn one to twenty
Corn sheaves, and shadows to ne'er-setting suns.
Life waxes glorious,
Labours victorious
Over fierce odds, at the flash of its guns;
Youth and its benison,
Love as with venison
Feast broken hearts, if the Queen's Writ runs.
None shall be longing vainly in wronging
Ills for redress, while the Queen's Writ runs.
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