New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-06-27
70 TIE QUEEN OF ENGLAND.
BY L. Neshif.

CONF. forth! the worlds ahame with flags and
~ The shout of bells alls full the shattered air.
his Is the crown Of all your golden hours.
More than all other hours august and fair;
a triumph for our Lady and our Queen
More rich than any king in any land hath seen.
Clothed are your streets with scarlet gold and blue.
Flowers under foot and banners over head.
Ana while your peoples voice storms Heaven for
About your way are voiceless blessings she'd
And over you are spread
Wide wings OF love. free love. tanned to your hand.
Love that gold cannot buy. nor majesty command.
Not these mere visible millions only share
9T"r 'TuERhsTe All Ensisn hearts beat high
And swell With qnhfard voice this loyal cry
A cloud of unseen witnesses is here
TO testify how great is Engand's Queen, and dear.
From out the gray-veiled past, long years away.
Come visionary faces. vision-led,
The spirits of the mute and mighty dead.
The fortunes " Of their Engiand and behold
How much more great she is than in the days Of old
The world can see them not; but you con see,
You the inheritor of all the past
hf the d Of H
The charge It bears at last.
More splendid than the azure and the or
OF the French lilies lost-long lost and sorrowed for
He~e be the weaponed men. the English folk,
Who in long ships across the swans bath Jared.
In whose rude tongue the voice OF Freedom spoke
The men who did and dared,
And to their sons bequeathed the lighting blood
That drives 10 victory and will not be withstood.
Here. in your ordered festival, o Queen.
Mixed with the crowd and all unseen of these,
And watch the progress of your pageantries,
49, And on this young June breeze
Shine shadowy shafts that fell. snow falls al
Poitiers
Here iutter phantom, hags that once few free
Here CLEAN old swords. once wet for liberty;
Old blood banners worn with war and rent
And by your crown. where love and fame consort
Shines the unvanqushed coven crown Of Agincouri
URPon your river where; by dsy and nshl ,.
Glide ghosty galleons manned by II OF might
WIG plucked the wings and singed the beard Of
The men who, not III vain,
Saved to the children OF world nCw-trod
The birth-tongue Of our land. her freedom and he
God
Poets who wreathed her greatness with their song.
Wise men who stored her heavy ship OF state,
Brave who steered her battles hips along.
In spectral concourse throng
To applaud the consummated power and pride
OF that beloved land for which they lived and died
The thousand unnamed heroes who. sword-strong,
Ploughed the long wherein Empire grows
Wide as the world. and long as Time is long
These mark the crescence Of the English rose
Whose thorny splcndor glows
Der far-off subject lands by alien waves, Tor ,or
graves.
And faces out Of forgotten years.
Faces long hidden by deaths misty screen,
Faces YOU still scarcely see for tears,
VIII smile on YOU to-day ana near YOU lcah
Mother. Wife and Queenl
With whispered love too sacred and too dear
For any than yours. Mother and Wife, TO hear
Lady, the crowd will vaunt to-day your fame,
Daughter and heir of many mighty kings
The Queen of England. whose imperial name
From England heart and lips tumultuous springs
IN prdyecS and thanksEiVlnGS,
Because Your greatness and her grea tnegs shine
Merger each in each. stars their beams thdt IN
terwine.
Yet In the innnost heart where folded close
The richest treasures Of the poorest lie,
Love, whose clear many secrets. knows
A nobler name than Queen to call YOU by,
And breathes II silently
But. mid His listening crowd OF anSe.s. one
Shall speak you name and say Faithful and
good, we'll done,'