(Written on the occasion of the attempt to assassinate Queen Victoria in March, 1882)
ROM every quarter of your land
They give God thanks Who turned away
Death and the needy madman's hand,
Death-fraught, which menaced you that day.
One school of many made to make
Men who shall hold it dearest right
To battle for their ruler's sake
And stake their being in the fight,
Sends greeting humble and sincere
Though verse be rude and poor and mean,
To you, the greatest as most dear-
Victoria, by God's grace our Queen!
Such greeting as should come from those
Whose fathers faced the Sepoy hordes,
Or served you in the Russian snows
And, dying, left their sons their swords.