On The Birth Of Albert Edward, Prince Of Wales

Sing and rejoice,             With heart and voice,     An heir is born to the British Crown,             A royal son,             A princely one,     One born to glory and renown.             A nation's mirth             Rose at his birth,     On every side great joy prevails,             The nation's joy,             The royal boy,     Our dear Queen's infant, Prince of Wales,             With gladness we             Rejoiced to see     A virgin wear Britannia's crown,             Then hailed the bride,             By Albert's side,     And saw her look benignly down.             And now with joy             We hail thee boy,     Heir of thy royal mother's fame,             And see our Isle             With rapture smile,     Resounding Albert Edward's name             Edward, a name             Of deathless fame,     A name each British bosom hails,             That name we see             Revived in thee,     Another Edward Prince of Wales.             O blessings rest             With kisses prest,     On that sweet infant bud that grows,             An early flower,             One born to power,     A scion of the royal rose.             Our bosoms burn,             To thee we turn,     In willing homage bend the knee;             Hope of our Isle,             We see thee smile,     Edward the hero hail in thee.             We pray for thee,             Our king to be,     The greatest prince the world e'er saw.             May the great King             His blessings bring,     And be His Book of life thy law.             May God above,             In boundless love,     Guard thee and keep thee as his own,             And bless thee so,             That thou mayest grow     Up to support thy mother's throne.             May glory shine,             And grace combine,     Pure as thy father's life be thine.             Mayest thou be strong             Against all wrong,     And be a Prince by Right Divine.             May future days             Record the praise     Of our Victoria's royal son.             May all the earth             Hear of his worth,     And of the greatness he has won.             Innocent babe,             In cradle laid,     Unconscious cause of all this joy,             Each Briton's prayer,             For Britain's heir,     Is "Angels guard thee, royal boy."     GRACE HILL, NOV., 1840.