Deign, Sovereign Mistress! to accept a lay, No laureate offering of elaborate art; But salutation taking its glad way From deep recesses of a loyal heart.
Queen, Wife and Mother! may All-judging Heaven Shower with a bounteous hand on Thee and Thine Felicity that only can be given On earth to goodness blest by grace divine.
Lady! devoutly honoured and beloved Through every realm confided to thy sway; May'st thou pursue thy course by God approved, And he will teach thy people to obey.
As thou art wont, thy sovereignty adorn With woman's gentleness, yet firm and staid; So shall that earthly crown thy brows have worn Be changed for one whose glory cannot fade.
And now by duty urged, I lay this Book Before thy Majesty, in humble trust That on its simplest pages thou wilt look With a benign indulgence more than just.
Nor wilt thou blame the Poet's earnest prayer That issuing hence may steal into thy mind Some solace under weight of royal care, Or grief -- the inheritance of humankind.