Classic Poem

Welcome , Prince and Princess, here,
Welcome to our western sphere,
To our land of shining ore,
Where the Druid roved of yore,
Rife with legends rich and rare,
Graven on our cromlechs bare.

We have fern, and flower, and tree,
Seas as blue as blue can be,
Crag and castle, town and tarn,
With the great rocks on the carn,
Where the echoes rise and fall:
Welcome, welcome to them all.

We have loyal hearts and true,
Throb they high to welcome you;
Shout and hurrah rend the air,
Thousands, thousands everywhere;
From the hall and hamlet low
Loyal greetings freely flow.

Like a mother, Cornwall stands,
Stretching out her loving hands,
To embrace you o'er and o'er,
As ye step upon her shore,
Happy, happy to have seen
England's future King and Queen.

Time's cold hand will ne'er erase
The soft sunshine of your face,
Cheering with its halo still,
Which we caught on Castle Hill;
While, below us, Falmouth Bay,
Like a shining mirror, lay.

May your future cloudless be,
Like the firmament we see;
Govern'd evermore by Him
Who upholds the seraphim.
This shall be Cornubia's prayer
For the Prince and Princess fair.