In her great simplicity,
And her spotless purity,
Comes the Queen,
Empress-Queen!
The Sailor's Queen went through her Fleet,
Her Last Review:
The cannon rent the sky,
The flags were half-mast high.
There were no cheers,
But only tears,
As she went by.
The Soldier's Queen goes to her grave,
In simplest state.
See! The carriage of a gun,
With a Coffin set thereon,
Grave and great,
And a pure white gleaming Pall.
A white Pall for the Woman,
And a gold Crown for the Queen,
And a Coffin for the Human,
To hide the fleshly screen.
So simple! This is all,
Our great Queen's Funeral.
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