GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. (1839.)

That she may see, our bright and fair, How arduous is her path to fame, How much of solemn thought and care An empire’s interests fitly claim,— That she may know how poor ’twould seem In one who graces Britain’s throne To patronise a party’s scheme Or make a favourite’s cause her own,— That she may feel to whom belong Alike the contest and the prize, Whence springs the valour of the strong, Whence flows the counsel of the wise,— That she may keep in womanhood The heaven-born impulses of youth, The zeal for universal good, The reverence for eternal truth,— That she may seek the right and just,— That she may shun the false and mean,— That she may win all love and trust, Blessing and blest,—God save the Queen.