Poems (Curwen)/The Royal Bethrothal

by Annie Isabel Curwen

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.