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The Coronation.
A VISION.
(Private and confidential.)
June 28, 1838.
I sat within the Abbey walls—I went to wake and weep!
But O, I can't tell how it was, I somehow fell asleep;
A sort of day-mare seized me then, if so aright I deem,
And a vision wild came o'er my mind “which was not all a dream.”
But O, I can't tell how it was, I somehow fell asleep;
A sort of day-mare seized me then, if so aright I deem,
And a vision wild came o'er my mind “which was not all a dream.”
I looked and lo! it seemed as though the scene I might espy
Through a Dollond's patent telescope with the wrong end at my eye,
And thus, as though a fairy hand there all things did compress,
“Fine by degrees” each object seemed and “beautifully less.”
Through a Dollond's patent telescope with the wrong end at my eye,
And thus, as though a fairy hand there all things did compress,
“Fine by degrees” each object seemed and “beautifully less.”
In front I saw a little Queen was sitting all alone,
And little Dukes and Duchesses knelt round her little throne,
And a little Lord Archbishop came, and a little prayer he said,
And then he popped a little crown upon her little head.
And little Dukes and Duchesses knelt round her little throne,
And a little Lord Archbishop came, and a little prayer he said,
And then he popped a little crown upon her little head.
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And near her stood a little man I had somewhere seen before,
In a little mulberry-coloured coat, or rather Pompadour;
A little sword was by his side, all glorious to be seen,
And little inexpressibles all of the apple-green.
In a little mulberry-coloured coat, or rather Pompadour;
A little sword was by his side, all glorious to be seen,
And little inexpressibles all of the apple-green.
And a pretty little snow-white flag he held all in his hand.
Which he waved a little to and for as ensign of command,
And there was a little robing-room and he stood just by the door,
And he watched all going on within in his coat of Pompadour.
Which he waved a little to and for as ensign of command,
And there was a little robing-room and he stood just by the door,
And he watched all going on within in his coat of Pompadour.
Within this little robing-room this little Queen had got
A little cup and saucer and a little coffee-pot,
And when the little Queen was heard her little nose to blow,
He waved and all the little fiddlers played all on a row.
A little cup and saucer and a little coffee-pot,
And when the little Queen was heard her little nose to blow,
He waved and all the little fiddlers played all on a row.
The little fiddlers played so loud at last that I awoke,
And all the vision wild at once it vanished into smoke,
So let us sing long live the Queen, and the flagman long live he,
And when he next doth wave his flag, may I be there to see!
And all the vision wild at once it vanished into smoke,
So let us sing long live the Queen, and the flagman long live he,
And when he next doth wave his flag, may I be there to see!
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