Poem Addressed to the Princess Beatrice,
not by the Poet Laureate.
Two Sums of cash will fill a German purse,
Which else with all its pockets and elastic band
Were utter emptiness—one, the round Sum down
Of £30,000, which brightens up the mother’s eyes,
And warms the child’s awakening greed—and one
The annual sum of just six thousand pounds
Which keeps her husband, and which helps the child
To move in other spheres. The mother smiles