LINES ON THE ALARMING ILLNESS OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES.
"TIS our whole nation's heart that asks
A boon at Thine Almighty hands;
Great God, bow down, thine ear incline,
To heartfelt prayer from many lands!
A boon at Thine Almighty hands;
Great God, bow down, thine ear incline,
To heartfelt prayer from many lands!
'Tis our loved Prince's life we crave,
The sunshine of our widow'd Queen;
Oh! Thou wilt grant our tears and prayers,
If for our good by Thee 'tis seen.
The sunshine of our widow'd Queen;
Oh! Thou wilt grant our tears and prayers,
If for our good by Thee 'tis seen.
Thus upwards went a nation's cry
Through winter's long and weary night;
That if mid darkness sorrow came,
Joy would come with the morning light.
Through winter's long and weary night;
That if mid darkness sorrow came,
Joy would come with the morning light.
