 | Three Hundred Sonnets |  |
232
A ROYAL BRIDE.
Princess and Duchess! rich in love and duty,How art thou blest with all that gladdens life,—
Claim'd by thy lover in thine early beauty
Both as a Royal—and a loving—wife!
For, love hath ever smiled upon thy lot;
A Mother's and a Father's loves have blest thee,
Sisters and Brothers play'd with and carest thee,
Thy few bright years with friendships have been rife,
And still the palace with the peasant's cot
Hath vied for love and peace: thou happiest Bride,—
Remember how the millions toil and groan,
And, with thy princely Husband by thy side
Teach them that high estate, with love allied,
Is blessedness to all within its zone!
| Three Hundred Sonnets | |