O why so in sorrow relenting,
Old England is lost, we are borne down in pain,
And the nation in grief is lamenting,
That excellent man—the pride of the land,
Whom every virtue possessed him,
Is gone to that Home, from whence no one returns,
Our dear friend, Sir Robert, God rest him.”
The verses which bewail the “Death of H. R. H. the Duke of Cambridge,” and which are adorned with the same illustration as those upon Queen Adelaide, begin
“Oh! death, thou art severe, and never seems contented,
Prince Adolphus Frederick is summoned away,