In days of disillusion, However low we've been To fire us and inspire us God gave to us our Queen. She acceded, young and dutiful, To a much-loved father's throne; Serene and kind and beautiful, She holds us as her own. And twenty-five years later So sure her reign has been That our great events are greater For the presence of our Queen. Hers the grace the Church has prayed for, Ours the joy that she is here. Let the bells do what they're made for! Ring our thanks both loud and clear. From that look of dedication In those eyes profoundly blue We know her coronation As a sacrament and true. @3Chorus@1 For our Monarch and her people, United yet and free, Let the bells from ev'ry steeple Ring out loud the jubilee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG (10) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SEARCH FOR LEAVEN by ALTER ABELSON THE LORELEI by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE THE CONSOLATION OF PHILOSOPHY: BOOK 3 by ANICIUS MANLIUS SEVERINUS BOETHIUS |