The Works of Tennyson The Eversley Edition: Annotated by Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Edited by Hallam, Lord Tennyson |
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TO THE QUEEN. |
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TO THE QUEEN.
Revered, beloved—O you that hold
A nobler office upon earth
Than arms, or power of brain, or birth
Could give the warrior kings of old,
A nobler office upon earth
Than arms, or power of brain, or birth
Could give the warrior kings of old,
Victoria,—since your Royal grace
To one of less desert allows
This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base; .
To one of less desert allows
This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base; .
And should your greatness, and the care
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme
If aught of ancient worth be there;
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme
If aught of ancient worth be there;
Then—while a sweeter music wakes,
And thro' wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls
The sun-lit almond-blossom shakes—
And thro' wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls
The sun-lit almond-blossom shakes—
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Take, Madam, this poor book of song;
For tho' the faults were thick as dust
In vacant chambers, I could trust
Your kindness. May you rule us long,
For tho' the faults were thick as dust
In vacant chambers, I could trust
Your kindness. May you rule us long,
And leave us rulers of your blood
As noble till the latest day!
May children of our children say,
‘She wrought her people lasting good;
As noble till the latest day!
May children of our children say,
‘She wrought her people lasting good;
‘Her court was pure; her life serene;
God gave her peace; her land reposed;
A thousand claims to reverence closed
In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen;
God gave her peace; her land reposed;
A thousand claims to reverence closed
In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen;
‘And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet
Who knew the seasons when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet
‘By shaping some august decree,
Which kept her throne unshaken still,
Broad-based upon her people's will,
And compass'd by the inviolate sea.’
Which kept her throne unshaken still,
Broad-based upon her people's will,
And compass'd by the inviolate sea.’
March 1851.
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