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22nd January, 1901.
THE Queen is dead. God save the King, / In this his hour of grief, / When sorrow gathers memories in a sheaf / To lay them on his shoulders as he stands / Inheriting her glories and her lands -- / First gain of his at which his Mother's voice / Has not been first to bless and to rejoice -- / A man, set lonely between gain and loss. / (O words of love the heart remembereth, / O mighty loss outweighing every gain! ) / A Son whose kingdom Death's arm lies across, / A King whose Mother lies alone with Death / Wrapped in the folds of white implacable sleep.