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Lay the flowers lightly round her,
Crown the silvered hair
With Our Lady's lilies;
Death has found her fair.


Robbed of earthly crown and kingdom;
Murdered, martyred, here you lie.
But you gave the world a lesson
How a queen should die.


Fear and hate have done their utmost,
Now you rest so calmly here,
With God's peace upon your forehead,
And the lilies round your bier.


Yes; they reft the kingdoms from you;
Left you nothing but the grave,
Wrongs and scorn they heaped upon you,
But the martyr's crown they gave.