ABSTRACT
To dedicate to England’s Queen The visions that my soul has seen, And, by her kind permission, bring What I have borne on solemn wing
15 From the vast regions of the grave, Before her throne my wings I wave, Bowing before my Sovereign’s feet; ‘The grave produced these blossoms sweet In mild repose from earthly strife-
20 The blossoms of Eternal Life!’
