English poem
Soprano Solo And Chorus
A Guardian Angel fluttered Above the Babe, unseen; One word he softly uttered-- It named the future Queen: And a joyful cry through the Island rang, As clear and bold as the trumpet’s clang, As bland as the reed of peace-- “VICTORIA be her name!” For righteous triumphs are the base Whereon Britannia rests her peaceful fame.
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