English Roses by F. Harald Williams [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] |
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HER MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY. |
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HER MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY.
Here is health to her and wealth to her,
The First Lady of the Land;
And all honour rest upon her,
With fresh empire for her hand.
To the Good Queen in her pureness,
May the future times yet bear
Only blessing and secureness,
And a brighter crown to wear.
For she walks in love and beauty
Like the sunshine of our coast,
And the troth she keeps with duty
In our buttress and our boast.
The First Lady of the Land;
And all honour rest upon her,
With fresh empire for her hand.
To the Good Queen in her pureness,
May the future times yet bear
Only blessing and secureness,
And a brighter crown to wear.
For she walks in love and beauty
Like the sunshine of our coast,
And the troth she keeps with duty
In our buttress and our boast.
Here is health to her and wealth to her,
The First Lady of the Land;
May the highways and the byeways
Be content with her command.
May the reverence of the nations
Be the safeguard of her seat,
From the Arctic constellations
To the fiery Afric heat.
May a thousand subject races
For her justice make a road,
While they prove her gentle graces
Which would share their heaviest load.
The First Lady of the Land;
May the highways and the byeways
Be content with her command.
May the reverence of the nations
Be the safeguard of her seat,
From the Arctic constellations
To the fiery Afric heat.
May a thousand subject races
For her justice make a road,
While they prove her gentle graces
Which would share their heaviest load.
Here is health to her and wealth to her,
The First Lady of the Land;
And may weakness, in the meekness
Of her mercy, stronger stand.
For her word is law and carries
Hope to men and liberty,
And to sufferers though it tarries
Yet her will is destiny.
Life is she to prostrate masses,
And the shadow of her throne
Is the light of all the classes,
And they lean on her alone.
The First Lady of the Land;
And may weakness, in the meekness
Of her mercy, stronger stand.
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Hope to men and liberty,
And to sufferers though it tarries
Yet her will is destiny.
Life is she to prostrate masses,
And the shadow of her throne
Is the light of all the classes,
And they lean on her alone.
Here is health to her and wealth to her,
The First Lady of the Land;
O may order be her border,
And in peace her bulwarks plann'd.
May our love uplift her station
And for ever on it fall,
For in truth she lays foundation
And of worship builds her wall.
Yes, from pavement to the steeple
Where the bells her praises sound,
May the prayers of the whole people
Like a garment wrap her round.
The First Lady of the Land;
O may order be her border,
And in peace her bulwarks plann'd.
May our love uplift her station
And for ever on it fall,
For in truth she lays foundation
And of worship builds her wall.
Yes, from pavement to the steeple
Where the bells her praises sound,
May the prayers of the whole people
Like a garment wrap her round.
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