Loved Queen of Scotia's bonnie braes!
Of Erin's, England's homes; This day thy people speak thy praise
Where'er the exile roams.

By gorgeous India's ancient fanes;
On Greenland's banks of snow; Where, o'er Columbia's boundless plains,
Majestic rivers flow.

On frozen seas, in balmy air,
By forest's dusky green Ariseth up to heaven the prayer:—
"God bless our gracious Queen!"

God guide her through the evening light
To where no shadows frown; Nor sorrow's pall, nor darksome night
Will dim that lustrous crown.

Let earthly glory sink in night;
Life's record, without stain, Shall cast an ever-hallowed light
Across Victoria's reign.

'Tis not the sceptre, nor the sword,
Nor gold, nor precious stone; True sympathy hath knit the cord
That binds us to the Throne.

Thy sires, in siege and battle field
Full bravely bore their part; But, without strife to thee doth yield
The fortress of the heart.

Not land from weakling nations rent
Shall keep thy memory green; But this—thy lasting monument—
She was the peoples' Queen.