Poems (E. L. F.)/On the royal children

LINES ON THE ROYAL CHILDREN.
Ye regal gems of infant bloom,Who dwell in halls of state,And tended by the wise and good,The lordly and the great;
With earthly blessings showered on you—-A parent's tender eyeTo gaze, and watch, and gaze again,On your young ecstacy;
Can darkling care its frown bestowOn such a scene of bliss,Or sorrow weave its veil of woeO'er such fond happiness?
There is no scene of earthly pompWhere shadows never dwelt; And there was ne'er a joyous heartWhere sorrow was unfelt.
But long, long may your summer be,And bright your days of peace;And may ye find a home above,When earthly realms shall cease.