Sonnets, Lyrics and Translations By the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] |
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WRITTEN FOR THE MADINGLEY SCHOOL, ON THE ARRIVAL OF
THE PRINCE OF WALES AT THE MANOR HOUSE, IN 1861. |
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WRITTEN FOR THE MADINGLEY SCHOOL, ON THE ARRIVAL OF THE PRINCE OF WALES AT THE MANOR HOUSE, IN 1861.
God save our gallant Prince!
Hail to our noble Prince!
Happy and blest!
Fresh from the welcomings,
Whereof the echo rings,
Whereof the echo rings,
Still in the West.
Hail to our noble Prince!
Happy and blest!
Fresh from the welcomings,
Whereof the echo rings,
Whereof the echo rings,
Still in the West.
Heaven, through all jeopardy,
Over the misty sea,
Watch'd thy return!
Welcome home, welcome here!
Now more than ever dear,
Britain's true Prince and heir,
Come to sojourn
Over the misty sea,
Watch'd thy return!
Welcome home, welcome here!
Now more than ever dear,
Britain's true Prince and heir,
Come to sojourn
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Hard by the ancient seat,
Where all the Muses met
Long ages since;
Science and lore be thine,
Wisdom and Truth divine,
Through all thy learning shine!
God teach our Prince!
Where all the Muses met
Long ages since;
Science and lore be thine,
Wisdom and Truth divine,
Through all thy learning shine!
God teach our Prince!
So shalt thou love to do
All that is brave and true,
Like our own Queen!
(God who reigns over us
Keep her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
As she hath been!)
All that is brave and true,
Like our own Queen!
(God who reigns over us
Keep her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
As she hath been!)
So shall thy father's heart
Beat to thy high desert,
With love intense.
So shall thy country's eye
Rest on thee loyally,
While every voice shall cry,
God bless our Prince!
Beat to thy high desert,
With love intense.
So shall thy country's eye
Rest on thee loyally,
While every voice shall cry,
God bless our Prince!
And when the parting day
Sends thee far hence away,
Far away hence!
Still in our memory,
Fresh shall thine image be,
As when we sang to thee,
God bless our Prince!
Sends thee far hence away,
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Still in our memory,
Fresh shall thine image be,
As when we sang to thee,
God bless our Prince!
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