Lady of England–o’er the seas
Thy name was borne on every breeze,
Till all this sunset clime became
Familiar with Victoria’s name.
Though seas divide us many miles,
Yet, for the Queen of those fair isles,
Which gave our fathers birth, there roves
A blessing from this Land of Groves.
Our Fatherland!–Fit theme for song!
When thou art named, what memories throng!
Shall England cease our love to claim?
Not while our language is the same.
Scion of kings! so live and reign,
That, when thy nation’s swelling strain
Is breathed amid our forests green,
We too may sing, “God save the Queen!”
(George Pope Morris)
More Poetry from George Pope Morris:
George Pope Morris Poems based on Topics: Name, Kings & Queens, Blessings, Birth, England, Language- The Maid Of Saxony; Or, Who's The Traitor? - Act II (George Pope Morris Poems)
- New-York in 1826. (George Pope Morris Poems)
- The Millionaire. (George Pope Morris Poems)
- Address For The Benefit Of Henry Placide. (George Pope Morris Poems)
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- Fragment Of An Indian Poem. (George Pope Morris Poems)