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TO HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN.
1837—1887
When God enthroned You, fifty years ago,
And the grey Dukes in homage would have knelt,
You rose up to prevent them, blushing—
And the grey Dukes in homage would have knelt,
You rose up to prevent them, blushing—
“No,
I am your niece Victoria!”
England felt
I am your niece Victoria!”
Her heart beat; England loved You! It was good
So great a Queen should be a girl so true!
Madam, these Realms praise God—and reverence You—
For Fifty Years of Sovereign Womanhood.
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