Next William the fourth, is proclaimed Britain's king,
For between him and his brother two deaths intervene.
No _legitimate_ child did he leave in possession
Of the Crown of old England, in right of succession;
So the diadem passed to the youthful brow
Of his niece Queen Victoria, who honors it now;
And for her we wish, as our rhyming we close,
A _long, peaceful reign_--an old age of repose.

Written while on a visit at Brooklyn, N.Y., 1851.




TO MY DAUGHTER ELIZABETH.


Two flowers upon one parent stem
Together bloomed for many days.
At length a storm arose, and _one_
Was blighted, and cut down at noon.

The other hath transplanted been,
And flowers _fair_ as _herself_ hath borne;
She too has felt the withering storm,
Her strength's decayed, wasted her form.

May he who hears the mourner's prayer,
Renew her strength for years to come;
Long may He our Lilly spare,