282 ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE. Of sad funereal rites, nor the loud groans And deep-felt anguish of a husband's heart, Can move to mingle with this flood one tear : He wears the day. Yet is he near in blood, The And at his knees she fondled in the charm And grace spontaneous which alone belongs To untaught infancy:-Yet O forbear! Nor deem him hard of heart; for awful, struck By Heaven's severest visitation, sad, Like a scathed oak amidst the forest trees, Lonely he stands ;—leaves bud, and shoot, and fall; He holds no sympathy with living nature Or time's incessant change. Then in this hour, While pensive thought is busy with the woes And restless change of poor humanity, Think then, O think of him, and breathe one prayer, From the full tide of sorrow spare one tear, For him who does not weep! THE WAKE OF THE KING OF SPAIN.* ARRAYED in robes of regal state, But stiff and cold, the monarch sate; Stood prince and peer, the nation's pride; And paladin and high-born dame Their place amid the circle claim : And wands of office lifted high, And arms and blazoned heraldry,— *The kings of Spain for nine days after death are placed sitting in robes of state with their attendants around them, and solemnly summoned by the proper officers to their meals and their amusements as if living. All mute like marble statues stand, Nor raise the eye, nor move the hand : No voice, no sound to stir the air, The silence of the grave is there. The portal opens—hark, a voice! "Come forth, O king! O king, rejoice! The bowl is filled, the feast is spread, Come forth, O king!”—The king is dead. The bowl, the feast, he tastes no more, The feast of life for him is o'er. Again the sounding portals shake, And speaks again the voice that spake : His hoof the turf impatient stamps ; Along these melancholy walls In vain the voice of pleasure calls : The horse may neigh, and bay the hound,— He hears no more; his sleep is sound. THE BABY-HOUSE. DEAR Agatha, I give you joy, And much admire your pretty toy, A mansion in itself complete And fitted to give guests a treat; With couch and table, chest and chair, The bed or supper to prepare; We almost wish to change ourselves To fairy forms of tripping elves, |