In Memoriam — Leopold
COLD - HEARTED March's flowers of gold
Must blanch to snow their yellow bloom
For tribute on the untimely tomb
Of Britain's dead — Prince Leopold.
Bereaved of husband, daughter, son,
O Queen, our thoughts are first to thee
And yet in silence must we see
The bitter sorrow of a throne.
Young wife, amid thy sudden grief
Thine infant's cry would make thee brave;
But looking down upon the grave
The broken link of love is chief.
Our Scholar Prince has passed away
Upon the verge of Easter-tide;
And so his Royal father died
While Advent waned to Christmas Day.
The lesson is from Him who planned
The Resurrection and the Life;
And people, brethren, mother, wife,
Revere and love the ruling Hand.
Must blanch to snow their yellow bloom
For tribute on the untimely tomb
Of Britain's dead — Prince Leopold.
Bereaved of husband, daughter, son,
O Queen, our thoughts are first to thee
And yet in silence must we see
The bitter sorrow of a throne.
Young wife, amid thy sudden grief
Thine infant's cry would make thee brave;
But looking down upon the grave
The broken link of love is chief.
Our Scholar Prince has passed away
Upon the verge of Easter-tide;
And so his Royal father died
While Advent waned to Christmas Day.
The lesson is from Him who planned
The Resurrection and the Life;
And people, brethren, mother, wife,
Revere and love the ruling Hand.
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