Elizabeth the Queen: The Life of a Modern Monarch

They love her for her wisdom and her pride,

Her friendship and her quiet majesty;

And soon the streets of Britain will be thronged

With crowds rejoicing in her Jubilee

But as the cool unfaltering voice reads on,

A different picture forms upon the air—

A small quick figure, walking all alone

Across a glen studded with standing deer …

She notes a crumbling wall, an open gate,

With countrywoman’s eyes she views the scene;

Yet, walking free upon her own estate

Still, in her solitude, she is the Queen