Oldalképek
PDF
ePub

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
Of such a life, a heart, a mind as thine,

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
Of letters, dear to Science, dear to Art,
Dear to thy land and ours, a Prince indeed,
Beyond all titles, and a household name,
Hereafter, thro' all times, Albert the Good.

Break not, O woman's-heart, but still endure;

Break not, for thou art Royal, but endure,
Remembering all the beauty of that star

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!

OM

THE COMING OF ARTHUR.

[merged small][graphic][merged small]

JEODOGRAN, the King of Cameliard,

Had one fair daughter, and none

[graphic]

other child;

And she was fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

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,

« ElőzőTovább »