We've never known a time when she was not - Even elder brothers and sisters were tots When she ascended to the throne In a time gone by so far from home. After poverty and war did she take over From her torn father who succeeded his brother. She vowed that she would not be the one To doom the British crown which she had won. Stability and grace were watchwords then And always did she keep them to the end, But now three score and ten years hence She's gone. Surely the inevitable Cannot be so incredible, But even so we whisper, "How can it be That she who reigned for an eternity Is gone?" She has gone the way all flesh must go And by now, the whole world must know A queen has died, an age has passed Though forever indeed it seemed to last. Let us now pause and mourn The passing of our Lady, born So long ago and far away Yet over each heart held sway. Pray her soul will meet and she will seal A place at table for the sacred Meal To feast on Him Who saves from sin. So, what about us? Will we have done As she did, second to none In royal servitude? What is our attitude, We dwellers of these estates so crude? Learn from her and emulate The royal bearer of such grace. And constancy in a time of change From good to worse, so bitter is the age. Remember her grace and stability And emulate her ability To see it through both thick and thin Until we, too, will enter in To the reward for servants of the Lord.