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to her masjesty.
Gone too, thy Consort Albert, named the "Good,"
That dear devoted one who called thee wife;
And left thee to long years of widowhood—
Oh! thine has been indeed a chequered life.
That dear devoted one who called thee wife;
And left thee to long years of widowhood—
Oh! thine has been indeed a chequered life.
But thou hast ever well and nobly borne
The onerous duties of thine high estate;
And surely on this great thanksgiving morn
With solemn joy thy heart must be elate;
The onerous duties of thine high estate;
And surely on this great thanksgiving morn
With solemn joy thy heart must be elate;
For God has blessed thee, aye! in very truth,
O'er other earthly monarchs far above:
Given thee wisdom, crowned thee from thy youth
With honour, glory, peace, and perfect love.
O'er other earthly monarchs far above:
Given thee wisdom, crowned thee from thy youth
With honour, glory, peace, and perfect love.
Prolonged thy days, so that thine eyes might see
The son of thy son's son—a direct line
Of heirs, assured by heaven to thee—
Surely the Lord hath blest both thee and thine.
The son of thy son's son—a direct line
Of heirs, assured by heaven to thee—
Surely the Lord hath blest both thee and thine.
Empress of India! Queen of our dear land;
Dear in thy youth, but dearer to us now,
Since Time has woven with his tireless hand
A silver coronal for thy dear brow.
Dear in thy youth, but dearer to us now,
Since Time has woven with his tireless hand
A silver coronal for thy dear brow.
Accept the homage of thy many sons,
Whose faithful hearts are shrines of loyalty;
And daughters, too, who train their little ones
To think with loving reverence of thee.
Whose faithful hearts are shrines of loyalty;
And daughters, too, who train their little ones
To think with loving reverence of thee.
