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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353991" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chapel Royal St. James’s, On The 10th February, 1840</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONCE more the people meet, <br>With glad expectant faces: once again <br>The fair young monarch and her lovely train, <br>With slow and gentle feet, <br>Move in a solemn ceremony on; <br>And jewels glitter in the morning sun! <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not long, oh! Time, not long <br>It seems, since crown'd as Britain's welcome Queen, <br>The like fair sight in fair array was seen; <br>And the hush'd listening throng, <br>Watching those steps thro' Westminster's proud aisle, <br>Wept with full hearts, tho' joyous all the while. <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they come forth anew, <br>In bridal white, that gentle virgin band, <br>The chosen flowers of Britain's happy land; <br>For holy love and true <br>Hath wrought an hour of hope without alloy-- <br>A fairy sight of splendour and of joy. <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There,--with her locks of light, <br>Gleaming like gold around her noble head,-- <br>The orphan'd ELEANOR, with stately tread, <br>Went by, a vision bright; <br>Bidding sweet thoughts of love and triumph start <br>Into a father's nd a sister's heart. <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There,--in her beauty, pass'd <br>Young FRANCES COWPER; her transparent cheek <br>Blushing the greetings which she might not spea, <br>As on the crowd she cast <br>The shy soft glances of those dark-blue eyes, <br>In whose untom'd depth such sweetness lies! <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, with her spotless name, <br>The gentle HOWARD, good, and fair, and mild, <br>And bright-eyed BOUVERIE, noble Radnor's child, <br>And rose-bud VILLIERS came; <br>And, with her sweet frank smile, young IDA HAY, <br>Looking all gladness, like a morn in May. <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, brilliant LENNOX moved; <br>The Paget beauty shining from her brow, <br>And the dark, deer-like eyes that glanced below: <br>While, gentle and beloved, <br>Amid the glories of that courtly throng, <br>DELAWARE'S youthful daughter pass'd along. <br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, (theme for poet's praise!) <br>With swanlike throat, and clear majestic eye, <br>VERULAM's stately MARY glided by, <br>And, with her quiet gaze <br>Fixed smiling on the scene which she survey'd, <br>The soldier ANGLESEA'S bright ADELAIDE. <br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she, whose orbs of blue, <br>Like mountain lakes beheld by moonlight, gleam <br>With all the shadowy softness of a dream <br>Such as Endymion knew: <br>Whose glossy locks with rich luxuriance twine <br>Around her brow: the Lady WILHELMINE. <br>X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young were they all--and fair,-- <br>But thou, VICTORIA, held'st thy fitting place, <br>As amongst garden-flowers the lily's grace, <br>Blooms with a royal air; <br>And from that lovely various group, apart, <br>Dids't stand, and gently look the Queen thou art. <br>XI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smile thy young lip wore, <br>Spoke joy to Him, who, from his distant home, <br>Hath sped in wintry time o'er ocean's foam-- <br>To seek our island shore, <br>With his frank heart, and brow so fair and true, <br>Claiming thy love-and England's welcome too. <br>XII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! may that welcome prove <br>The herald of deep gladness;--since in thee <br>Old England's brightest hopes renew'd we see, <br>All-hallow'd be thy love; <br>And still with proud content the day allied, <br>When Princely ALBERT claim'd his Royal Bride! <br>XIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May He, whose gifted hand, <br>Hath twined sweet wreaths of Poetry and Song; <br>Live happy among English heart so long <br>That, native to the land, <br>He shall forget that e'er his harp was strung <br>To any accents but our mother-tongue: <br>XIV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Thou,--Oh! may the Crown <br>Which in youth's freshest, earliest moment, graced <br>The brow, whose childhood's roses it replaced, <br>Ne'er weigh thy spirit down; <br>Nor tearful hours, nor careful thoughts, beguile <br>One ray of gladness from thy gracious smile: <br>XV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But brightly to the last, <br>Fair Fortune shine, with calm and steady ray, <br>Upon the tenor of thy happy way; <br>A future like the past: <br>And every prayer by loyal subjects said, <br>Bring down a separate blessing on thy head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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ONCE more the people meet, 
With glad expectant faces: once again 
The fair young monarch and her lovely train, 
With slow and gentle feet, 
Move in a solemn ceremony on; 
And jewels glitter in the morning sun! 
II.

Not long, oh! Time, not lo..."></div>
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