THE SEA RUNGS' DAUGHTER.

Press, Volume LXI, Issue 18550, 27 November 1925, Page 9

THE SEA RUNGS' DAUGHTER.

[By Jessie MacVay.] The Sea Kings' daughter of the North, She that vis queen of half tho seas That follow the queen-faee of the moon. Is gone with the green of tho widowed trees. A -white, white rose, to Britain's -coast She came, the heir of Britain's bride. For the curl of her hair and her star-like eyes A million defenders well had died. Out of tho snows of tho Viking North She brought the summer to London town; And qneen she was of Britain's heart, Though tarried long the weighted crown. The mirror, she, of a land's delight. Sixty years did Britain owo A' devoir deep to her Northern grace, And now she goes where all must go. \ The Borean lights her cradle lit; The Austral lights leaped ont to greet Th,e distant glory 4 of her prime.— There was a crowning yet more meet. She was a queen of gentleness, Of pities all, from dawn to gloam. Her children, crowned and crownless, drew from her their Northern lore of home. Dear daughter of tho Vikings old. Sleep welll The-Cross that was your star Has called your queenship unto peace, And set you where the angels are.