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[ THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.]

The ringing bells and the booming cannon Proclaimed on a summer morn That in the good king’s royal palace A Princess had been born. The towers flung out their brightest banners, The ships their streamers gay, And every one, from lord to peasant, Made joyful holiday. Great plans for feasting and merry-making Were made by the happy king; And, to bring good fortune, seven fairies Were bid to the christening.

And for them the king had seven dishes

Made out of the best red gold,

Set thickly round on the sides and covers

With jewels of price untold.

When the day of the christening came, the bugles

Blew forth their shrillest notes;