Victoria

To the great lady, sixty years a queen,
Whose simple fame with every decade grows,
From lands across the seas, by her unseen,
But where each child her face and story knows,
Goes forth a greeting, friendly, warm, sincere.
Happy the day that finds its honors due
To one whose title to them reads so clear!
Good queen, good wife, good mother! Woman true,
And faithful ruler, equal to her tasks!
Fast friend of peace; who held her own, but claimed
Naught law denied. Posterity that asks —
" WhaTof Victoria? " shall find her named —
" Of Britain's sovereigns most beloved and blest,
Whose reign the longest was, and was the best. "
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