Classic Poem

Name that has been thy nation's shield
On many an alien shore and sea;
Name that in many a fateful field
Has taught the stubborn foe to flee;
Promise and proof of virtues three,
Valour unvaunting, vigour, verve,
We hail thy white-winged Sovereignty,
Victoria ! W HOM G OD P RESERVE !

Monarchs there are to whom men yield
Obeisance — in a bondman's key;
Monarchs whose sceptred might doth wield
Only the rod of Tyranny;
We, in free homage, being free, —
We joy that naught can shake or curve
Thy rectitude of Royalty,
Victoria ! W HOM G OD P RESERVE !

Therefore from all our towers be pealed
The note of greeting; therefore be,
As from a thousand springs unsealed,
Outpoured the tide of mirth and glee;
For surely not to-day shall we
From sixty years' allegiance swerve,
Or shame thy twice-told Jubilee,
Victoria ! W HOM G OD P RESERVE !

ENVOY .

Q UEEN ! — to whom true men bend the knee,
Our island heart and brain and nerve
Are loyal — loyal unto thee,
Victoria ! W HOM G OD P RESERVE !