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ALFRED TENNYSON, D.C.L.,
TO THE QUEEN.
REVERED, beloved-O you that hold
A nobler office upon earth
Than arms, or power of brain, or birth Could give the warrior kings of old,
Victoria,-since your Royal grace
To one of less desert allows
This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base;
And should your greatness, and the care
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme If aught of ancient worth be there ;