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TO THE PRINCE OF WALES.
Not lonely did a mother's grateful gazeIllume thy cradled brow; but from all climes
And continents of this round earth came chimes
Of love, that made a globe-enclasping blaze
Of hearty homage to thy tender days,—
A flame nor quenched nor dimmed by changeful time's
Assault; but still old loyalty sublimes
Thy manly person with its steadfast rays;
Wherewith has now been wreathed a novel fire,
Long burning in a kindred People's core,
And by thy presence kindled to desire
To burst in buoyant greeting and outpour
A great Republic's welcome from its breast
To England's future King, our honored guest.
October, 1860.
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