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 In her great simplicity, And her spotless purity, Comes the Queen, Empress-Queen!

The Sailor's Queen went through her Fleet, Her Last Review: The cannon rent the sky, The flags were half-mast high. There were no cheers, But only tears, As she went by.

The Soldier's Queen goes to her grave, In simplest state. See! The carriage of a gun, With a Coffin set thereon, Grave and great, And a pure white gleaming Pall.

A white Pall for the Woman, And a gold Crown for the Queen, And a Coffin for the Human, To hide the fleshly screen.

So simple! This is all, Our great Queen's Funeral.