Christening the Prince

One circle round our Sun—and o’er— Is perfected, since forth there stray’d In youth a fair Princess, From whom fell liquid drops of love— Love-crystals of her wedding tour. Though griev’d, the fair-form’d gentle maid (Whom God was pleas’d to bless), With modest courage sweetly strove And conquer’d it!—Joy helping her. Those moments sad, Time soon spent out: Her Edward, yet afar, Beheld her with bright vision’s eye. She wiped away the pearly tear, And tripp’d on deck. Then ’rose a shout For Denmark’s shooting star— Resounding thro’ the azure sky! Silently sped the ship over the sea: Edward beheld his Bride, happy and free.

England’s store of wealth and fame Burst forth in one united blaze, And reel’d in ecstasy— Love’s civil war of Joy v. Joy! To-day, around the Font to name— (As on a courtly group we gaze In seemly modesty)— The pretty infant nursling boy, A family of royal descent Implore Great God’s especial care, For this, their lovely child.

O bounteous Lord, who gave him breath! Behold them reverently bent Whilst offering up their pray’r To Thee, Who kindly smiled:— Defend and succour unto death. Now in their triple bond, safe from the sea, Edward beholds them both happy and free.