For Princess Alexandra.
The grand old tower[34] smiled in the gale—
As tho’ it knew its hope had come—
And seem’d to whisper, “Welcome home!—
Britannia’s sons shall guard thee well,
Fair Princess Alexandra!”
Night graciously prolong’d the hour—
In honour of its queenly guest,
’Til Weariness demanded rest,
And beckon’d to her peaceful bow’r—