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                       To Victoria, 
						Our Queen, Empress of India, on completing Her Diamond 
						Coronation Day. 
                       
                      ‘Tis sixty years today, good Queen, 
						since thy fair brow was crowned 
                      Yet in each noble Briton’s heart true love for thee is 
						found, 
                      And many more in lands abroad, thy name they love and own, 
                      And think they’re highly favoured, as supporters of thy 
						throne. 
                      The grandest statesman of our land 
						have stood by thy side, 
                      And in thy councils helped our Queen great matters to 
						decide, 
                      And in the famous laws they’ve made, great wisdom they 
						have shown, 
                      For each has tried his best to be most loyal to thy 
						throne. 
                      There’s Beaconsfield, and Gladstone 
						too, they both gained great renown, 
                      And were two of the brightest gems that e’er adorned thy 
						crown, 
                      They did their best for Britain’s cause, no one will e’er 
						disown, 
                      And neither was afraid to speak his mind for England’s 
						throne. 
                      Some of the greatest warriors that 
						ever trod the earth 
                      Have fought and bled for England’s crown, and shown what 
						were worth 
                      Such famous men as Wellington and Gordon thou hast known, 
                      And others equally as brave have stood up for thy throne. 
                      Some of the bravest admirals that 
						ever crossed the sea, 
                      Have stood up for thy great empire, to make it firm and 
						free, 
                      Brave Nelson’s gone, but Commerell and Beresford we own, 
                      And other honest tars as brave help to sustain thy throne. 
                      The humblest peasant in our land, and 
						artisans as well, 
                      Come forth to welcome our good Queen, no matter where they 
						dwell, 
                      And if our land should be assailed, thy cause we’ll ne’er 
						disown, 
                      But each will gird his armour on and still defend thy 
						throne. 
                      Science has made gigantic strides 
						since thou began’st to reign, 
                      And what a brilliant fleet thou hast upon the trackless 
						main, 
                      No other fleet beneath the sun such prodigies have shown, 
                      And it is ready to preserve thy great historic throne. 
                      I hope ‘twill ne’er be wanted, but 
						let progress be our aim, 
                      And may our God with peace and love surround thy loving 
						name, 
                      May happiness be ever thine, till God shall call His own 
                      To live with Him, in paradise, round His eternal throne. 
                      Long live our great and noble Queen, 
						the Empress of the main, 
                      And may she have good health and strength and many years 
						to reign, 
                      May God send down into her home comforts to her unknown, 
                      And may He still with blessings crown Victoria and her 
						throne. 
                      Thomas Bratt 
                      Portobello  |