English poem
He stands alone upon the deck
by John Reade (1826–)
He stands alone upon the deck, Son of the noblest Queen That ever placed a royal crown Upon a brow serene. For her sake did we welcome him, Who owns an empire’s love; But now we bless him for his own,— God bless him from above! He stands alone, a boy in years, A “mighty one” by birth, Crowned with a love that far excels The brightest crowns of earth; Nor thinks he of the pomp and power That wait his glad return, But thoughts of manly tenderness Deep in his bosom burn.
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