February 10th 1840 by Henry Alford

Lyrics
They saw thee kneel with lowly mien In faith a child, in state a queen; No circlet girt thy marble brow While at that altar thou didst bow; And tears sprung forth from many an eye In all that gorgeous company Around that brow, so high and fair The symbol of a kingdom's care They bound a royal diadem Flashing with many a rarest gem; And British hearts were proud to own Thy peaceful sway, thy virgin throne Again thou kneelest--on that brow A snowy veil is trembling now; And as the solemn words pass by Thy woman's heart is throbbing high; Nor e'er did cottage maid rejoice In purer love, in freer choice Young Queen, as through the shadowy past For glimpses of thy lot we cast And the dim things to come espy Through thе stern present's gathеring sky Our tears fall from us as we pray For blessings on thy bridal day! © by owner. provided at no charge for educational purp
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- Henry Alford