LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, THE GIFT OF QUEEN ADELAIDE TO LADY MAYO. A BEAUTIFUL and bounteous Fay 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, Blue eyes, and tranquil brow. "I bring thee a lute-an ivory lute; That Wit shall sue with an anxious suit "I bring thee a sceptre! wake and gaze Shall trust it to thy hand, When from thy home thou shalt depart "I bring thee a Book-a holy Book: It is a spell to bid thee look I need not whisper to your thought Nor tell how true our English eyes Have found the Fairy's prophecies. (1881.) LINES WRITTEN IN THE SAME, UNDER A PICTURE OF THE DUCAL PALACE AT HESSE HOMBURG, THE RESIDENCE OF THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH, DAUGHTER OF GEORGE III. It is a joyous land, I guess; The sun shines bright, the breeze roves free; And Nature flings her fairest dress On humble herb and lofty tree; But thou wilt think in those far bowers, And proudly o'er those poplars tall Rich blessings, richer than his crown. And other friends are round thee now Than those that shared thine early mirth; And thou hast newer slaves to bow, And foreign lutes to hymn thy worth; But thou wilt never quite forget That here, where first thy praise was heard, Thy virtues are recorded yet, Thy name is yet a household word. And if thou ne'er mayst see again The white cliffs of thy fatherland, And if henceforth we seek in vain Thy cheering smile and bounteous hand,Thou wilt be what thou wast and art, Where'er thy bark may chance to roam; And thou wilt keep thine English heart, And thou wilt love thine English home! (1831.) LINES WRITTEN UNDER A PORTRAIT OF LORD MAYO, DRAWN BY THE QUEEN. A COURTIER of the nobler sort, A Christian of the purer school;— Tory, when Whigs are great at Court, And Protestant, when Papists rule; Prompt to support the Monarch's crown, Still ready,-favoured or disgraced,- (NOVEMBER, 1883.) LINES WRITTEN UNDER A VIEW OF BERSTED LODGE, BOGNOR. IF e'er again my wayward fate My heart would seek with vain regret |