Some blow too hot, some breathe too cold,
O'er-chill are some, and some o'er-gushing;
But the same blood-stream, warm and bold,
Through all our veins is ever rushing;
And so to all true hearts to-day
Comes "Welcome as the flowers in May!"
A Queen is with us, to evince
Imperial sympathy unfailing;
And pleasant to our genial Prince
This proof that all seems now plainsailing;