In her great simplicity,
And her spotless purity,
⁠Comes the Queen,
⁠Empress-Queen!

The Sailor's Queen went through her Fleet,
⁠Her Last Review:
The cannon rent the sky,
The flags were half-mast high.
There were no cheers,
⁠But only tears,
As she went by.

The Soldier's Queen goes to her grave,
⁠In simplest state.
See! The carriage of a gun,
With a Coffin set thereon,
⁠Grave and great,
And a pure white gleaming Pall.

A white Pall for the Woman,
And a gold Crown for the Queen,
And a Coffin for the Human,
⁠To hide the fleshly screen.

So simple! This is all,
Our great Queen's Funeral.