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'Twas in a woman's reign uprose That soul of enterprise, Which since has borne our English flag Through foreign seas and skies.

Few were the first adventurous barks That plough'd the deep—but now What breeze that bears St. George's cross, What shore but knows our prow!

And more than glory, or than gold, May British merchants say; Look on what blessings infinite Have follow'd on our way.

To civilize and to redeem Has been our generous toil, To sow the seeds of future good In many a thankful soil.

Where'er to dark and pagan lands Our path has been decreed, Have we not brought the Christian's hope, The Christian's holy creed!

'Tis from a woman's glorious reign Our English isles may date The honours of their after hours, The triumphs of their state.

And yet how much remains to do, How much is left behind! Young daughter of a line of kings, Much is to thee assign'd.

Great changes have been wrought since first The Roman legions stood Beneath the ancient oaks that form'd    The Druid's mystic wood.