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LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, THE GIFT OF QUEEN ADELAIDE TO LADY MAYO.
A beautiful and bounteous Fay
Beside a cradle sang one day;
The mother heard not, but the child
In her glad dream looked up, and smiled.
Beside a cradle sang one day;
The mother heard not, but the child
In her glad dream looked up, and smiled.
“I bring thee a rose—a rose for thee,
The sweetest of my bower;
It is a token thou shalt be
As lovely and loved a flower:
Thou too shalt brightly bloom, and wear
In future years, as now,
Deep beauty in thy sunny hair,
Blue eyes, and tranquil brow.
The sweetest of my bower;
It is a token thou shalt be
As lovely and loved a flower:
Thou too shalt brightly bloom, and wear
In future years, as now,
Deep beauty in thy sunny hair,
Blue eyes, and tranquil brow.
“I bring thee a lute—an ivory lute;
I bring it for a sign
That Wit shall sue with an anxious suit
For a look or a word of thine.
Grave Science at thy feet shall lay
Whate'er the wise have known,
And Music charm thy cares away
With her most delicious tone.
I bring it for a sign
That Wit shall sue with an anxious suit
For a look or a word of thine.
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Whate'er the wise have known,
And Music charm thy cares away
With her most delicious tone.
“I bring thee a sceptre! wake and gaze
On the symbol of high command:
A nation's love, in after days,
Shall trust it to thy hand,
When from thy home thou shalt depart
And go o'er the bounding wave
To be the Bride of a Monarch's heart,
The Queen of the free and brave.
On the symbol of high command:
A nation's love, in after days,
Shall trust it to thy hand,
When from thy home thou shalt depart
And go o'er the bounding wave
To be the Bride of a Monarch's heart,
The Queen of the free and brave.
“I bring thee a Book—a holy Book:
In all thy grief and mirth
It is a spell to bid thee look
Still up to Heaven from earth,
And turn to Him who alone forgives
With a firm and faithful trust,
And live the life which virtue lives,
And die, as die the just!”
In all thy grief and mirth
It is a spell to bid thee look
Still up to Heaven from earth,
And turn to Him who alone forgives
With a firm and faithful trust,
And live the life which virtue lives,
And die, as die the just!”
I need not whisper to your thought
For what fair child those gifts were wrought,
Nor tell how true our English eyes
Have found the Fairy's prophecies.
For what fair child those gifts were wrought,
Nor tell how true our English eyes
Have found the Fairy's prophecies.
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