Poems (Curwen)/The Royal Bethrothal
The Royal Betrothal.
TO PRINCESS MAY.
May thy path be one of flowers, Royal maiden; All thy future days and hours With joy be laden. Radiant days, may they ne'er know A sad to-morrow; Golden hours—as they go, Undimmed by sorrow. Around you ever may sweet joys spring, Princess dear, Every good and perfect thing We crave for here. Truest friendship, love unchanging— Love divine; Faith unspoiled, while aye abiding Peace be thine. Children's happy voices singing, In the years to come, Untold joy and gladness bringing To your hearts and home. May life in harmony be spent, O fair young bride; Within thy breast may sweet content For aye abide. By the memory of past days, Thou wilt know, Our sympathies are thine always, In weal or woe. For by that bond of sympathy— A bond divine—Our hearts are bound eternally To thee and thine. From Queen to peasant all rejoice With feeling rare; May heaven itself smile on the choice Of England's heir.