“The Sundays of man’s life, Threaded together on Time’s string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sundays heaven’s door stands ope, Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope.” Humble as is this tribute of loyalty, it is not without significance. No sovereign ever presented stronger claims to the love and allegiance of her industrious subjects; and it tells how happy is our Constitution, and how condescending is our Monarch, that pages written by a labourer’s daughter should find a Patron in the Queen.…
Or read it translated: 日本語 · 中文 · हिन्दी · Español · العربية · Français · বাংলা · Português · Русский · Bahasa Indonesia · اردو · Deutsch · Kiswahili · 한국어