Classic Poem

REJOICING love meets love!
The Northern Flower, transplanted in her prime,
Blooms in a Prince's garden; shedding o'er
Our British isle a fragrance for all time.

Hail, hail! Joy, joy to you,
Dear Prince and Princess. From each holy tower
Let the bells ring, and a glad nation shout,
Till the hills echo on this golden hour.

The sweets of Spring's first airs
Are wafted to us o'er the shower-kiss'd leas;
And the gay birds, enkindled into bliss,
Tune your delight-ode on the budding trees.

Let Toil sleep by his forge,
Lay the sledge-hammer on the smithy beam:
Let fall the pickaxe, prison hooded Care,
And turn your pinnace upon Pleasure's stream.

Let all sighs cease to-day.
Weave a green chaplet for the brow of Mirth:
Comfort the widow, feed the loyal poor,
And leave a blessing at the labourer's hearth.

Let the mine gulp its smoke:
Come out, brave digger, in the breeze and sun;
Join the glad sailor in his earnest shout
For Prince and Princess, sweetly wed and won.

God bless the Royal Pair!
May war's red cloud above them never lower,
But peace attend them alway, till life's orb
Descends in splendour at the evening hour!