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In Youth our Fathers.
1849.
In youth, our fathers sought the wood,
Or climbed the hill at dawning gay;
Our mothers, in their maidenhood,
Donned their best garb to greet the May.
And though old rites have passed away,
The May is still with honour seen—
We love the Month that brings the day,
The natal day of England's Queen.
Or climbed the hill at dawning gay;
Our mothers, in their maidenhood,
Donned their best garb to greet the May.
And though old rites have passed away,
The May is still with honour seen—
We love the Month that brings the day,
The natal day of England's Queen.
Our fathers twined the blossomed bough
To deck their chosen Queen of May;
To ours, their love Three Kingdoms vow,
An Empire's millions homage pay!
Their May-Queen reigned a single day,
Then passed, unnoticed, o'er the green;
Through all the year we own the sway,
And bless the rule, of England's Queen!
To deck their chosen Queen of May;
To ours, their love Three Kingdoms vow,
An Empire's millions homage pay!
Their May-Queen reigned a single day,
Then passed, unnoticed, o'er the green;
Through all the year we own the sway,
And bless the rule, of England's Queen!
May brings, at eve, the loveliest star,
At eve, the moon of softest ray;
In May, the night's the fairest far,
The sweetest morning breaks—in May.
Then brightest blooms the woodland spray,
Then purest lies the dew-drop sheen—
As Nature's self would grace the day
That graced the world with England's Queen:
At eve, the moon of softest ray;
In May, the night's the fairest far,
The sweetest morning breaks—in May.
Then brightest blooms the woodland spray,
Then purest lies the dew-drop sheen—
As Nature's self would grace the day
That graced the world with England's Queen:
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