Victoria Regina

(June 21st, 1897*)

A thousand years by sea and land
    Our race hath served the island kings,
But not by custom's dull command
    To-day with song her Empire rings:

Not all the glories of her birth,
    Her armed renown and ancient throne,
Could make her less the child of earth
    Or give her hopes beyond our own:

But stayed on faith more sternly proved
    And pride than ours more pure and deep,
She loves the land our fathers loved
    And keeps the fame our sons shall keep.

Henry John Newbolt

Sir Henry John Newbolt was an English poet and author, famous for his ballads such as 'Vitaï Lampada'. He graduated from Oxford and was called to the bar, but he is better remembered for his literary contributions than his legal career. Newbolt served as a government advisor on military and naval literature during World War I. He was knighted in 1915 for his services to literature. Newbolt's work often reflected themes of patriotism and duty.

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