Hark! The world is full of thy praise, England's Queen of many days; Who, knowing how to rule the free, Hast given a crown to monarchy. Honour, Truth and growing Peace Follow Britannia's wide increase, And Nature yield her strength unknown To the wisdom born beneath thy throne! In wisdom and love firm is thy fame: Enemies bow to revere thy name: The world shall never tire to tell Praise of the queen that reignèd well. O FELIX ANIMA, DOMINA PRAECLARA, AMORE SEMPER CORONABERE REGINA CARA. LATER POEMS OCCASIONAL ODES &C.] [Illustration: decoration] _PREVIOUS PUBLICATIONS_ _1. Monthly Review. February, 1903._ _2. Country Life. 1906._ _3. 'Volunteer Haversack.' 1902._ _4. Daniel Press. Poems by A. Buckton. 1901._ _5, 6. Saturday Review._ _7. 'The Sheaf.' June, 1902._ _8. English Review. March, 1911._ _9. Academy. April 1, 1905._ _10, 11. Monthly Review. June, 1904._ _13. Speaker._ _14. Monthly Review. March, 1902._ _15. 'Wayfarer's Love.' 1904._ _16. Saturday Review. April 13, 1907. Book of the Oxford Pageant. July 1907._ _17, 18, 19. Published with the Music by Novello, Ewer & Co._ LATER POEMS 1 RECOLLECTIONS OF SOLITUDE AN ELEGY Ended are many days, and now but few Remain; since therefore it is happy and true That memoried joys keep ever their delight, Like steadfast stars in the blue vault of night, While hours of pain (among those heavenly spheres Like falling meteors, the martyr's tears) Dart their long trails at random, and anon, Ere we exclaim, pass, and for aye are gone; Therefore my heedy thought will oft restore The long light-hearted days that are no more, Save where in her memorial crypt they shine Spangling the silent past with joy divine.