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2. 
Hark ! those strains to beav'n ascending, 
From yon slopes of vivid green ; 
Old and young their voices blending, 
God preserve Britannia's Queen ! 
3. 
Ha ! that flash yon grove illuming, 
Long impervious to the sun ; 
Now the quick report comes booming 
Prom the ocean-rescued gun. 
4. 
List ! the bell is gaily ringing, 
Where a white-robed* train is seen ! 
Now they all unite in singing 
God preserve our gracious Queen ! 
SONG OF THE PITCAIRN ISLANDERS, 
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTHDAY OP QUEEN 
VICTORIA. 
1. 
THE Queen! the Queen ! our gracious Queen ! 
Come, raise on high your voices, 
And let it by your smiles be seen, 
That every heart rejoices. 
Her natal day we'll celebrate 
With ardour and devotion, 
And Britain's festal emulate 
In the Pacific Ocean. 
2. 
Now let old England's flag be spread, 
That flag long famed in story ; 
And, as it waves above our head, 
We'll think upon its glory. 
* In allusion to the Tappa-cloth dresses. 
