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But she stood, a lov'd and loving one, 



By her noble mother's side, 

 And while that gentle deed was done, 



Hearts turn'd to her with pride. 



The old memorial trees, 



That rise on rock or glen, 

 Dark years of human sorrow 



Are chronicled on them ; 

 But Chatsworth's young oak springing, 



May spread her branches fair, 

 When nought of sin or sadness 



Shall vex the earth or air. 



The crowns which God hath given, 



Shall press not then as now ; 

 No sceptre shall be riven, 



No care shall cloud the brow. 

 Victoria ! shielded by His power, 

 Be thine to triumph in that hour, 

 Queen of the sea-girt isle ! Not then, 

 As now, the Queen of suffering men, 

 But reigning still, beloved and glorious, 

 O'er sin, and grief, and death victorious. 



