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Who dares foreshadow for an only son
A lovelier life, a more unstain'd, than his ?
Or how should England dreaming of his sons
Hope more for these than some inheritance
Thou noble Father of her Kings to be,
Laborious for her people and her poor
Voice in the rich dawn of an ampler day
Far-sighted summoner of War and Waste
To fruitful strifes and rivalries of peace
Sweet nature gilded by the gracious gleam
Break not, O woman's-heart, but still endure;
Break not, for thou art Royal, but endure,
Which shone so close beside Thee, that ye made
One light together, but has past and leaves
The Crown a lonely splendour.
May all love,
His love, unseen but felt, o'ershadow Thee,
The love of all Thy sons encompass Thee, The love of all Thy daughters cherish Thee, The love of all Thy people comfort Thee,
Till God's love set Thee at his side again!
JEODOGRAN, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none
And she was fairest of all flesh on earth,
For many a petty king ere Arthur came
Ruled in this isle, and ever waging war
Each upon other, wasted all the land;
And still from time to time the heathen host
Swarm'd overseas, and harried what was left.
And so there grew great tracts of wilderness,