Home!—not from far court-precincts torn,
This Princess comes to find us.
Beauty!—well, look upon that face,
Whilst PUNCHIUS Cupid hovers,
With crowning wreath and genial grace,
Above the Royal lovers.
Fair home-grown flower, bright English MAY,
Whose promise cheers December,
And who will make "wild March" so gay;
Punch can right well remember.