Queen of the earth (3).
An Angel in all but name is she, mid scenes of shade and sorrow She weaves thro' each night a ladder of light that leads to a bright to-morrow. She launches each life on the sea of time and guides each helm to the far-off clime; Her pinions of love are spread in each sail till she cast the anchor within the vale.
Bamforth (copyright)
Words by kind permission of Messrs & G. Ricordi Co.