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In Memoriam.
In Memoriam .
H . R . H . PRINCESS ALICE , DIED AT DARMSTADT , DECEMBER 14 , 1878 . SHE sleeps in peace ! far from her native shore , That home , those friends she lov'd so much of yore , And round her gentle forin in a strange land The anguished husband , sobbing orphans stand . No more to mingle in those halls of fame , With those AA'ho lad repeat her pleasant name
g , The highly-gifted Avoman , noble Avife , The joy , the bliss , of pure domestic life , Can any greet her ! Her smile no more can fall On any , a day-star guiding , gladdening all ! Alas ! we mourn for her thus called away In her young lifein her great ifts to-day .
, g And yet tho' sad and strange that end may be To those Avho see it as the Avorld would see , To some Avho , looking up to God aboA'e , BelieA'e in His great Wisdom , endless love , That end ' s not strange nor sad . Her quiet rest She ' s found in God ' s good willfor ever for the best .
, She died "at her post , " no nobler death to die Can any pray for "poor humanity . " Like some dear saints AVIIO once this earth haA'e trod , She died for duty , and she died to God ; - Li God ' s good time her spirit ' s foimd release , In love ' s OAVII labour : God rest her in His Peace .
A . THE Princess dead , the Alice of our love ? Then is our nation truly plunged in grief-: Noble by birth , nobility her name , A noble sister to our noble chief !
Gentle Alicia ! noble rightly called , Well to thy princely brother did ' st thou sheAV , By death ' s approach , that thou Avert unappalled , ¦ Ancl , like brave Nelson , fear thou didst not know . The Princess dead!—Hush'd he the festive mirth , — Our harps are broken , SOITOAV treads our halls :
The season of our Hol y Saviour ' s birth Is sad and dreary Avhen a lov'd one falls . Rude was the blast that nipp'd our English Rose , Find tho' the hearts that pra / cl around her bed : Heaven call'd her upwards to her children dear , And while Ave hoped her saved her soul had fled .
Through all the regions Avhere our sceptres sway , In every hamlet , sing her requiem—Toll the bells gently—let our people say , "Our tear-drops shall outshine her diadem . " Good , duteous daughter , sister , mother , wife , Thy excellence , thy epitaph Avith us shall be ; And the remembrance of thy gentle life Our hearts shall shrine till all Eternity . 7 , CrieltetfieU Road , Clapton-, NM " 933 . "
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In Memoriam.
In Memoriam .
H . R . H . PRINCESS ALICE , DIED AT DARMSTADT , DECEMBER 14 , 1878 . SHE sleeps in peace ! far from her native shore , That home , those friends she lov'd so much of yore , And round her gentle forin in a strange land The anguished husband , sobbing orphans stand . No more to mingle in those halls of fame , With those AA'ho lad repeat her pleasant name
g , The highly-gifted Avoman , noble Avife , The joy , the bliss , of pure domestic life , Can any greet her ! Her smile no more can fall On any , a day-star guiding , gladdening all ! Alas ! we mourn for her thus called away In her young lifein her great ifts to-day .
, g And yet tho' sad and strange that end may be To those Avho see it as the Avorld would see , To some Avho , looking up to God aboA'e , BelieA'e in His great Wisdom , endless love , That end ' s not strange nor sad . Her quiet rest She ' s found in God ' s good willfor ever for the best .
, She died "at her post , " no nobler death to die Can any pray for "poor humanity . " Like some dear saints AVIIO once this earth haA'e trod , She died for duty , and she died to God ; - Li God ' s good time her spirit ' s foimd release , In love ' s OAVII labour : God rest her in His Peace .
A . THE Princess dead , the Alice of our love ? Then is our nation truly plunged in grief-: Noble by birth , nobility her name , A noble sister to our noble chief !
Gentle Alicia ! noble rightly called , Well to thy princely brother did ' st thou sheAV , By death ' s approach , that thou Avert unappalled , ¦ Ancl , like brave Nelson , fear thou didst not know . The Princess dead!—Hush'd he the festive mirth , — Our harps are broken , SOITOAV treads our halls :
The season of our Hol y Saviour ' s birth Is sad and dreary Avhen a lov'd one falls . Rude was the blast that nipp'd our English Rose , Find tho' the hearts that pra / cl around her bed : Heaven call'd her upwards to her children dear , And while Ave hoped her saved her soul had fled .
Through all the regions Avhere our sceptres sway , In every hamlet , sing her requiem—Toll the bells gently—let our people say , "Our tear-drops shall outshine her diadem . " Good , duteous daughter , sister , mother , wife , Thy excellence , thy epitaph Avith us shall be ; And the remembrance of thy gentle life Our hearts shall shrine till all Eternity . 7 , CrieltetfieU Road , Clapton-, NM " 933 . "