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Who for more than half a century
The sceptre of these Isles hath swayed,
I, with all true and loyal hearts,
Thee greeting give.
Since first thou cam'st, a blushing maid
Of eighteen summers, to the British throne,
How vast, how mighty, have the changes been !
In art, and science, power, and wealth,
The State hath grown,
’Neath thee its head;
Our honoured Queen !

Thine Empire,
Like a rugged oak,
By boisterous winds
Tempestuous tossed and buffeted,!
Hath strewn its British acorns
Far away in distant Lands;

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Where flourishing their rootlets spread,
Till some have grown to stately trees
Of vigorous life;
Whose branches, blossoming
Full fair in every Sea,
Foretell to future far-off years,
One solid grand Confederacy,

Which shall eclipse
The states of Egypt, or of Rome,
Assyria's might, or Macedon;
And, unlike them,
Shall remain a mighty power
To tell Posterity
How won the British Race,
Through colonization's skill,
A victory in every Clime,
O'er tribes and kingdoms,
Rude in Nature's strength,
Which shall endure
Throughout all Time.

Could Alfred hither stand,
How would his heart rejoice!
To view the Glory of thy Reign,
Thine high-souled purity of court,
Thy private and thy public life,
Unsullied by a single stain.

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