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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... POEMS. RECOLLECTIONS OF QUEEN VICTORIA. Written 1863. I flatter none; the great and good Are by their actions understood. Some six and thirty years ago, I met a pretty child; Her face was fair, her eyes were blue, and every feature mild. Clad in a simple robe of white, with sash of azure hue, She wore a bonnet made of straw, both plain and simple, too. Her guardians she had left behind, to range the meadows green, The little simple child I saw was England's future Queen. She held within her tiny hand, wild flowerets from the field; That hand can now o'er regions vast, a mighty sceptre wield. My salutations she returned; then, smiling, pass'd me by, Though but a little fairy thing, with grace and majesty. Will that fair child, thought I, some day this mighty empire sway? If so, may Heaven's protecting hand direct and guide her way. a In justice, mcroy, and in truth, may she reign o'er these Isles, And may she win her people's love, their greetings and their smiles. Bless thee, sweet child, thou'rt happy now; enjoy thy childish sport; Sorry am I, for thy dear sake, that childhood is so short; It comes, 'tis present; then 'tis gone, as sunbeams glide away, And only visits us again, on wings of memory. E'en were I Fortune's favourite, fain would I quit her smile, To be again like thee, fair child, free from all care and guile. While pondering o'er the future fate of that fair, fragile child, Her Hoyal mother, too, pass'd by, that Guardian Mother mild, Quite free from state, and all parade, but modestly attired; Like other mothers, she seemed pleased to see her child admired. Her graceful bow convey'd her thoughts, which I well understood, Mother and child, I could not choose but to pronounce them good. Years pass'd ere I beheld again that...