English poem
Frederick
by Florence Earle Coates (1850–1927)
No idle name, no doubtful dream to thee That Future: actual, its clasp grown chill, It led thee, and thy soul sublimed it still,— Heir of a more than earthly dynasty!
O didst thou think, untimely called to rest, The preparation of a life o'erthrown— To lose what thou so bravely didst resign?
Forevermore the Fatherland shall own Her nobler liberties thy dear bequest: The future thy great spirit saw—was thine! Florence Earle Coates