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THE PRINCES' CHAMBER
Sunshine for murky air,
Smiles for the sob of pain,
Joy for dark despair,
Hope where sweet hope was slain{
"Art thou happy here," I cried,
"Where once was lonely woe,
And the royal children died,—
Murdered so long ago?"
Smiles for the sob of pain,
Joy for dark despair,
Hope where sweet hope was slain{
"Art thou happy here," I cried,
"Where once was lonely woe,
And the royal children died,—
Murdered so long ago?"
She smiled. "O, lady, yes!
Earth hath forgotten them;
See how my roses press,
Blooming on each fair stem!
The princes, they sleep sound,
But love nor joy are dead;
I fear no haunted ground,
I have my child," she said.
Earth hath forgotten them;
See how my roses press,
Blooming on each fair stem!
The princes, they sleep sound,
But love nor joy are dead;
I fear no haunted ground,
I have my child," she said.
