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 For She it was,—’twas She who wrought Meckly, with foreboding thought, In vermeil colours and in gold An unblessed work; which, standing by, Her Father did with joy behold,— Exulting in the imagery; A Banner, one that did fulfil Too perfectly his headstrong will: For on this Banner had her hand Embroidered (such was the command) The Sacred Cross; and figured there The five dear wounds our Lord did bear; Full soon to be uplifted high, And float in rueful company!

It was the time when England’s Queen Twelve years had reigned, a sovereign dread; Nor yet the restless crown had been Disturbed upon her virgin head;