THY name is ever blest, Thy memory ever fair, And peaceful be thy sainted rest, Beloved queen! in earth's cold breast As in our hearts, -- for thou art there! With thine own hand thou didst the spindle guide! Thy royal hand, that oft a sceptre bore. Instructress of the hamlet! and the pride And solace of the city: yet not more A model for the great ones of the earth Than for the dwellers round the poor man's hearth! Ah! who that reads the tale of days gone by But loves to turn, -- yet turns with half a sigh Back to the good old times, the golden age When first thy name sheds brightness o'er the page! Times full of teaching for those yet to run, When Bertha on her palfrey rode and spun. Thy name is ever blest, Thy memory ever fair, And peaceful be thy sainted rest, Beloved queen! in earth's cold breast As in our hearts, -- for thou art there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM AUNT CAROLINE by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON THE LOVE OF GOD by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY JOCHANAN HAKKADOSH by ROBERT BROWNING SPRING FANTASIES: 5. ROAD SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: THURSDAY by JOHN BYROM |