in memoriam.
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Perchance, he hoped to win renown,
To add a lustre to his name:
Alas! for all his hopes of fame,
He had to lay his armour down,
To add a lustre to his name:
Alas! for all his hopes of fame,
He had to lay his armour down,
To perish in that far-off land.
Gone all his glowing dreams of fame;
But he has given, all the same,
His life for thee, dear England!
Gone all his glowing dreams of fame;
But he has given, all the same,
His life for thee, dear England!
H. R. H. The Duchess of Teck.
OCTOBER 27TH, 1897.
Death entered in the royal home,
While still the sleeping city lay
Shrouded in darkness, for the gloom
Of night still shadowed day.
Death entered in the royal home,
While still the sleeping city lay
Shrouded in darkness, for the gloom
Of night still shadowed day.
Noiselessly through the stately hall
The angel Azrael stole,
And to the slumberer soft did call—
"Arise! Arise! sweet soul."
The angel Azrael stole,
And to the slumberer soft did call—
"Arise! Arise! sweet soul."
Softly his hand on her he laid,
While watchers, royal watchers, wept,
Saying, "'Tis I, be not afraid,"
And our good Princess slept.
While watchers, royal watchers, wept,
Saying, "'Tis I, be not afraid,"
And our good Princess slept.
