Poems (Curwen)/The Royal Birth
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The Royal Birth.
December 14th, 1895.
A Prince was born
To York, this chill December morn.
Angels of light
Brought the gift from the Infinite;
Set the new gem
In the maternal diadem;
Planted the flower
That bloometh now in George's bower—
A Christmas rose,
That daily, hourly sweeter grows.
O gift of love!
From the eternal source above.
O baby boy!
Whose coming has turned grief to joy;
Thou art a ray
Of sunlight, bright'ning this dark day.
This day, for years
Held sacred by Victoria's tears
For the loved dead,
Who left her fond heart widowed,
Henceforth will be
The brighter for the thought of thee,
Thou precious one.
Welcome! sweet May and George's son.
To York, this chill December morn.
Angels of light
Brought the gift from the Infinite;
Set the new gem
In the maternal diadem;
Planted the flower
That bloometh now in George's bower—
A Christmas rose,
That daily, hourly sweeter grows.
O gift of love!
From the eternal source above.
O baby boy!
Whose coming has turned grief to joy;
Thou art a ray
Of sunlight, bright'ning this dark day.
This day, for years
Held sacred by Victoria's tears
For the loved dead,
Who left her fond heart widowed,
Henceforth will be
The brighter for the thought of thee,
Thou precious one.
Welcome! sweet May and George's son.