On The Birth Of Albert Edward, Prince Of Wales

        Sing and rejoice,
        With heart and voice,
An heir is born to the British Crown,
        A royal son,
        A princely one,
One born to glory and renown.

        A nation's mirth
        Rose at his birth,
On every side great joy prevails,
        The nation's joy,
        The royal boy,
Our dear Queen's infant, Prince of Wales,

        With gladness we
        Rejoiced to see
A virgin wear Britannia's crown,
        Then hailed the bride,
        By Albert's side,
And saw her look benignly down.

        And now with joy
        We hail thee boy,
Heir of thy royal mother's fame,
        And see our Isle
        With rapture smile,
Resounding Albert Edward's name
        Edward, a name
        Of deathless fame,
A name each British bosom hails,
        That name we see
        Revived in thee,
Another Edward Prince of Wales.

        O blessings rest
        With kisses prest,
On that sweet infant bud that grows,
        An early flower,
        One born to power,
A scion of the royal rose.

        Our bosoms burn,
        To thee we turn,
In willing homage bend the knee;
        Hope of our Isle,
        We see thee smile,
Edward the hero hail in thee.

        We pray for thee,
        Our king to be,
The greatest prince the world e'er saw.
        May the great King
        His blessings bring,
And be His Book of life thy law.

        May God above,
        In boundless love,
Guard thee and keep thee as his own,
        And bless thee so,
        That thou mayest grow
Up to support thy mother's throne.

        May glory shine,
        And grace combine,
Pure as thy father's life be thine.
        Mayest thou be strong
        Against all wrong,
And be a Prince by Right Divine.

        May future days
        Record the praise
Of our Victoria's royal son.
        May all the earth
        Hear of his worth,
And of the greatness he has won.

        Innocent babe,
        In cradle laid,
Unconscious cause of all this joy,
        Each Briton's prayer,
        For Britain's heir,
Is "Angels guard thee, royal boy."

GRACE HILL, NOV., 1840.

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We grasp her royal hand,
And pay her rightful homage through her Son;
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On The Late Queen's Death, And His Majesty's Accession To The Throne

Inscribed to Joseph Addison, Esq. Secretary to Their Excellencies the Lords Justices.


        Gaudia curis.

        HOR.


Sir, I have long, and with impatience, sought
To ease the fulness of my grateful thought,
My fame at once, and duty to pursue,
And please the public, by respect to you.
    Though you, long since beyond Britannia known,
Have spread your country's glory with your own;
To me you never did more lovely shine,
Than when so late the kindled wrath divine
Quench'd our ambition, in great Anna's fate,
And darken'd all the pomp of human state.
Though you are rich in fame, and fame decay,
Though rais'd in life, and greatness fade away,
Your lustre brightens: virtue cuts the gloom
With purer rays, and sparkles near a tomb.

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