  Lift up thine eyes, Queen Warrior of the world! Stand, fearless-footed, on Time’s shifting verge And watch thine everlasting Dawn emerge From clouds that break and boom in thunderous War! Lo, how thy broad East reddens to thy West, The while thy thousand-victoried flag, unfurl’d, Waves to thy North and South, in one royal fold Of tent-like shelter for an Empire’s rest; O Queen, sword-girded, helmeted in gold, Strong Conqueror of all thy many foes, Look from thy rocky heights, and see afar The coming Future menacing the Past With clamour and wild change of present things, Kingdoms down-shaken with the fall of kings; But fear not Thou! Thou’rt still the first and last Imperial wearer of the deathless Rose— Crown’d with the sunlight, girdled with the sea, |
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