Poems (Curwen)/Prince Henry of Battenberg
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Prince Henry of Battenberg.
Henry of Battenberg is dead!
The tidings come from o'er the sea,
Filling all hearts with sympathy
For England's daughter widowed.
The tidings come from o'er the sea,
Filling all hearts with sympathy
For England's daughter widowed.
While others fought for England's weal,
He could not stay at home content,
So left his royal home and went—
His bosom fired with noble zeal—
He could not stay at home content,
So left his royal home and went—
His bosom fired with noble zeal—
To join the chosen gallant band,
Himself a princely Volunteer,
Leaving his wife and children dear,
For hardship in a distant land.
Himself a princely Volunteer,
Leaving his wife and children dear,
For hardship in a distant land.
Perchance, he hoped to win renown,
To add a lustre to his name:
Alas! for all his hopes of fame,
He had to lay his armour down,
To add a lustre to his name:
Alas! for all his hopes of fame,
He had to lay his armour down,
To perish in that far-off land.
Gone all his glowing dreams of fame;
But he has given, all the same,
His life for thee, dear England!
Gone all his glowing dreams of fame;
But he has given, all the same,
His life for thee, dear England!