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POEMS

OF

ALFRED TENNYSON,

POET-LAUREATE OF ENGLAND.

BOSTON:

J. E. TILTON AND COMPANY.

1869.

HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY

50*53

TO THE QUEEN.

REVERED, beloved-O you that hold

A nobler office upon earth

Than arms, or power of brain, or birth Could give the warrior kings of old,

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This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base;

And should your greatness, and the care
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme
If aught of ancient worth be there;

Then-while a sweeter music wakes,

And thro' wild March the throstle calls, Where all about your palace-walls The sun lit almond-blossom shakes

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Take, Madam, this poor book of song; For tho' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers, I could trust

Your kindness. May you rule us long,

And leave us rulers of your blood

As noble till the latest day I

May children of our children say, "She wrought her people lasting good;

"Her court was pure; her life serene;
God gave her peace; her land reposed;
A thousand claims to reverence closed
In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen;

"And statesmen at her council met

Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet

"By shaping some august decree,

Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea."

MARCH, 1851.

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