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Mourning |
by Peter Clark |
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Black petticoats about Osborne dolefully lay To mourn the Consort upon Victoria’s say. His words and deeds upon my ears shall loudly ring And never shall my thoughts be ever differing From those he so installed in me with princely pride; There shall he reign so resolutely by my side. No kingly call shall dissenters again then hear As from my throne loudly expressed with Queenly tear. The toil of day shall not relent her depth of woe Or dam her orbs to maybe stem that salty flow. Will four hundred thousand pounds smooth her saddened way? To force the widowed wives of Hester then to say, “God save our gracious queen” But mourning’s not for me, For the workhouse shall call to graveside needlessly; What queen with children shall I find enclosed within As here imprisoned - so guilty - yet free from sin? We are but poor! And lacking majesty! |
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