The Princess Of Wales

1863--1892.

Seems it yestreen since we First hailed thee, beautous bride! Sweet-smiling, by the side Of Him, our king to be.

Cheek of the pink sea-shell; Eyes of the summer blue,

Locks of the brown-gold hue; Voice clear as silver bell.

The myriads crowd the street; Glad music, nigh and far, Outsoundeth earthly jar; And tenders welcome meet.

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Once more thy form I see, Amid thy family band Save one, on Scottish strand, And twain--where seraphs be.

Nor fled thy winsome grace; Nor did thy beauty fade, Though sad bereavement's shade Hath paled thy peerless face.

Still sway with gentle hand; Still live thy lovesome life Fond mother! faithful wife! First princess of first land.