s THE PRINCE'S WELCOME. Across the ocean's stormy deep, There comes to us a nation's hope, And here his princely state will keep, All gracious, on our verdant slope. A host of greetings here await The LoED OF Kknfrew and the Isles ; And manhood's shouts, with joy elate. Will rend the air 'mid woman's smiles. His Saxon land is wide and far. Where bards in magic strains have sung ; That naught this pleasing scene may mar, Our welcome breathes his native tongue. A kindred sense of Shakspeare's art, Of Milton's verse, so grand, sublime, Inspires the mind and fills the heart, — Bright promise for all coming time. For years of brotherhood and love. For stalwart work and golden lore, With sweet permission from above, To daily add increasing store. Lo ! she who sends her treasure here. The wife and mother, — England's Queen Who finds no equal, knows no peer. In all her measureless demesne. In holding fast a Christian part, Enthroned in majesty of birth ; No counterchange of soul or heart, A sacred service renders earth. And we, unheeding jewelled crown. Supremacy and sceptred line. In veneration bow us down At gentle virtue's holy shrine. With benedictions on her name. We laud again this royal One ; And thus a second welcome frame For good Victoria's favored Son ! Boston Common, 17th October, 1860. Entered according to Act op Congress, in the year 1860, bt the BEE FEINTING COMPANY, IN THE Clerk's Office of tub District Court of the District of Mass.
