Poems (Curwen)/H.R.H. The Duke of Clarence
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H. R. H. The Duke of Clarence.
Not for them the gladsome ringing
Of the merry wedding bell;
But for him the mournful tolling
Of the sad funeral knell.
Of the merry wedding bell;
But for him the mournful tolling
Of the sad funeral knell.
Not for her the bridal blossoms,
The fair white orange wreath;
But for her the "crown of sorrow,"
For him the flowers of death.
The fair white orange wreath;
But for her the "crown of sorrow,"
For him the flowers of death.
Not for them the choral service,
For bride and bridegroom dear.
Instead, the solemn dirges
Chanted above a bier.
For bride and bridegroom dear.
Instead, the solemn dirges
Chanted above a bier.
"Man proposes, God disposes;
Who could foresee his doom,
Or think that path of roses
Was leading to a tomb?
Who could foresee his doom,
Or think that path of roses
Was leading to a tomb?
O gentle Alexandria,
In cottage as in hall,
There are loyal hearts that ache for thee,
And loving tears that fall.
In cottage as in hall,
There are loyal hearts that ache for thee,
And loving tears that fall.
In this hour of deep affliction,
Will it comfort you to know
A nation mourns in unison
With sympathetic woe.
Will it comfort you to know
A nation mourns in unison
With sympathetic woe.
God bless the Royal Household,
And our gracious Queen to-day;
And in Thy mercy, comfort, Lord,
Beloved Princess May.
And our gracious Queen to-day;
And in Thy mercy, comfort, Lord,
Beloved Princess May.