La Reine Est Morte.
The following lines, which appeared in the London “ limes,” are said t * have l»een written by Kudyard Kipling: — Mother of mothers, Queen of Queens, Killer of rulers lord of lords ; War harvests, hut the reaper gleans, A richer prize than swords. God help our Knglaud, for we stand Orphaned of hi r who made us one ; The honour of the Fatherland Her hope, her trust, her sun. Afar, when* summers burn and glow, The subject peoples of our race. Shall see thei stri ken master go, With tea s upon his face. Tim Nat on, at her dying, b »rn, Shall weep beneath the 'outhern Gross, And with her M ther Country mourn Irrep ruble 1 ss. The scattered islands of her realm, Shall droop he emblem of her sway, Who.through the lon/ years graspe l the helm Through the laborious day. And flashing lights shall signal far, Their tidings to tin* passing ships, To te 1 the sinking of her star, Hei sorrowful eclipse. O Mother Queen ! G >d s honoured guest, Wh<» greatly welcomes those who bring Thy great credentials; thine His rest. Anen. God save the King.
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White Ribbon, Volume 6, Issue 70, 1 March 1901, Page 2
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194La Reine Est Morte. White Ribbon, Volume 6, Issue 70, 1 March 1901, Page 2
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