Written and Adapted
by
M. A. Bonnell
Awake, sweet hope! for she who shares the throne
Lends her own merit to make dulness bright,
Even as Luna to the insipid drop its light.
Xanthine yellow might the aster take for hue,
An emerald green the clove carnation crown,
Nor could fair England’s rose yet learn to frown.
Diadems of humble bloom and royal fleur-de-lis,
Rare crowns of love, have crowned her long ago;