Poems (Dorr)/Roy
ROY
Our Prince has gone to his inheritance! Think it not strange. What if, with slight half-smile,Some crowned king to leave his throne should chance, And try the rough ways of the world awhile?
Ere he had wearied of its storm and stress, Would he not hasten to his own again?Why should he bear its labor and duress, And all the untold burden of its pain?
Or what if from the golden palace gate The king's fair son on some bright morn should stray?Would he not send his lords of high estate To lead him back ere fell the close of day?
Even so our King from Heaven's high portals saw The fair young Prince where earth's dull shades advance,And sent his messengers of love and law To bear him home to his inheritance!