"The blessings happy monarchs have, be thine, O But now before her people's face she bendeth hers anew, And calls them, while she vows, to be her witness thereunto. She vowed to rule, and in that oath, her childhood put away— She doth maintain her womanhood, in vowing love to-day. O, lovely lady!-let her vow!—such lips become such VOWS,- And fairer goeth bridal wreath than crown with vernal brows! O, lovely lady!-let her vow!-yea, let her vow to love! And though she be no less a queen-with purples hung above, The pageant of a court behind, the royal kin around, And woven gold to catch her looks turned maidenly to ground, Yetmay the bride-veil hide from her a little of that state, While loving hopes, for retinues, about her sweetness wait! SHE VOWS to love, who vowed to rule the chosen at her side Let none say, God preserve the queen Bless the bride ! !—but rather, None blow the trump, none bend the knee, none vio late the dream Wherein no monarch, but a wife, she to herself may seem! VOL. II.-22 Or, if ye say, Preserve the queen!-oh, breathe it inward low She is a woman and beloved!--and 'tis enough but so! Count it enough, thou noble prince, who tak'st her by the hand, And claimest for thy lady-love, our lady of the land !— And since, Prince Albert, men have called thy spirit high and rare, And true to truth and brave for truth, as some at Augsburg were, We charge thee, by thy lofty thoughts, and by thy poet-mind, Which not by glory and degree takes measure of man kind, Esteem that wedded hand less dear for sceptre than for ring, And hold her uncrowned womanhood to be the royal thing! And now, upon our queen's last vow, what blessings shall we pray? None straitened to a shallow crown, will suit our lips to-day. Behold, they must be free as love--they must be broad as free- Even to the borders of heaven's light and earth's humanity! Long live she!-send up loyal shouts—and true hearts pray between, "The blessings happy PEASANTS have, be thine, O crowned queen!" CROWNED AND BURIED. NAPOLEON!-years ago, and that great word, An atmosphere whose lightning was the sword, Napoleon! Nations, while they cursed that name, Napoleon! Sages, with high foreheads drooped, That name consumed the silence of the snows That name was shouted near the pyramídal Motioned it back with stillness! Shouts as idle The world's face changed to hear it! Kingly men With sprinkled ashes for anointing !—then Napoleon! And the torrid vastitude That name which scattered by disastrous blare And Germany was 'ware--and Italy, For, verily, though France augustly rose As she, in purchase-to speak plain, in loss- King's crown to a great man's head! And though along Napoleon! 'twas a high name lifted high! Of supreme empire! this of earth's was done- The kings crept out-the peoples sat at home, A pall embroidered with worn images Of rights divine, too scant to cover doom A deep gloom centered in the deep repose- |