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The Crown of Tears.
ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR, JANUARY 20TH, 1892.
I heard the solemn ministry to pain
Those muffled drums and wailing trumpets made,
I saw the banners half-mast high displayed,
The slow sad-marching, melancholy train.
The steed, unmounted, went with sable rein
As if he knew the sorrow; cannonade
Came from the Royal slopes, and, overlaid
With flowers, we bore our young Prince home again.
Those muffled drums and wailing trumpets made,
I saw the banners half-mast high displayed,
The slow sad-marching, melancholy train.
The steed, unmounted, went with sable rein
As if he knew the sorrow; cannonade
Came from the Royal slopes, and, overlaid
With flowers, we bore our young Prince home again.
I could not weep, there was so much in mind,
Dark town and towers and gorgeous chapel dim,
The mourning music and the silent bier;
But at the closing of that funeral hymn
One placed the crown a broken heart had twined
There on the coffin—and I felt the tear.
Dark town and towers and gorgeous chapel dim,
The mourning music and the silent bier;
But at the closing of that funeral hymn
One placed the crown a broken heart had twined
There on the coffin—and I felt the tear.
The benediction was pronounced and the mourners rose to leave; the funeral march of Chopin pealed forth from the organ; but before His Royal Highness left the chapel he paused for a moment at the head of his eldest son's coffin, upon which he tenderly placed a small and simple chaplet of flowers. It was from the Princess May.
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