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PRUSSIA'S HEIR.
Daughter, the love of England follows thee,A guardian angel hovering soft and fair
Tending thy steps with more than earthly care,
And joying with a mother's joy to see
Fulfill'd thy happiest hope, her heartiest pray'r:
Thou wast a bride, when England's parting kiss
And overflowing eyes bedewed thee last,
And now this beauteous fruit of wedded bliss
Is added to thy mercies in the past;
Give God the glory, as the grace is His!
And be thy thanks for Hohenzollern's heir
More glad for this, that Britain's earnest heart
Scarce reconciled from thee her Child to part,
In thy best blessing claims a Mother's share.
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