Mother,Queen Of England
An angel heaven missed day you left ,Another the earth to it's handful added.
Above obliged in patience for the certitude of the reverse.
An entry made of whimper into the land of the snivelling,
Of a queen child,a mother infant.
As your cry seized, so the land's
To a land born a queen,to the world a mother made.
As your crown, so are your errors
Should your specie your virtues emulate,
Your kind might much about.
That the Lord be God,
His domain,whence you hail hence attested;
A millennium for your kind.
For our sake, your sojourn prolonged.
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