THY name is ever blest, Thy memory ever fair, And peaceful be thy sainted rest, Beloved queen! in earth's cold breast As in our hearts, -- for thou art there! With thine own hand thou didst the spindle guide! Thy royal hand, that oft a sceptre bore. Instructress of the hamlet! and the pride And solace of the city: yet not more A model for the great ones of the earth Than for the dwellers round the poor man's hearth! Ah! who that reads the tale of days gone by But loves to turn, -- yet turns with half a sigh Back to the good old times, the golden age When first thy name sheds brightness o'er the page! Times full of teaching for those yet to run, When Bertha on her palfrey rode and spun. Thy name is ever blest, Thy memory ever fair, And peaceful be thy sainted rest, Beloved queen! in earth's cold breast As in our hearts, -- for thou art there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE E.W.T.: ON THE DEATH OF HIS BETTY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |