DRAWING-ROOM SCRAP BOOK.
THE PRINCESS VICTORIA.
And art thou a Princess?—in sooth, we may well
Go back to the days of the sign and the spell,
When a young queen sat on an ivory throne
In a shining hall, whose windows shone
With colours its crystals caught from the sky,
Or the roof which a thousand rubies dye ;
Where the summer garden was spread around,
With the date and the palm and the cedar crowned ;
Where fountains played with the rainbow showers,
Touched with the hues of their comrade flowers ;
Where the tulip and rose grew side by side,
One like a queen, and one like a bride ;
One with its own imperial flush,
The other reddening with love's sweet blush ;
When silver stuffs for her step were unrolled,
And the citron was served on a plate of gold ;
When perfumes arose from pearl caskets filled
With odours from all sweet things distilled ;
When a fairy guarded the throne from ill,
And she knew no rule but her own glad will :
Those were the days for a youthful queen,
And such, fair Princess, thou should'st have been.
