LINES ON THE ROYAL CHILDREN.
Ye regal gems of infant bloom,
Who dwell in halls of state,
And tended by the wise and good,
The lordly and the great;
Who dwell in halls of state,
And tended by the wise and good,
The lordly and the great;
With earthly blessings showered on you—-
A parent's tender eye
To gaze, and watch, and gaze again,
On your young ecstacy;
A parent's tender eye
To gaze, and watch, and gaze again,
On your young ecstacy;
Can darkling care its frown bestow
On such a scene of bliss,
Or sorrow weave its veil of woe
O'er such fond happiness?
On such a scene of bliss,
Or sorrow weave its veil of woe
O'er such fond happiness?
There is no scene of earthly pomp
Where shadows never dwelt;
Where shadows never dwelt;
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