Lady of England.

By George Pope Morris

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.

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!”