Edward, King of the British. Crowned 26th June, 1902 UNKNOWN

Free Lance, Volume II, Issue 104, 28 June 1902, Page i (Supplement)

Edward, King of the British. Crowned 26th June, 1902 UNKNOWN

Not this, not this the houi foi ninth. When widows moum horn shoie to shoie. Tell not, ye bells, of Empiie buth Eie yet the mothei -pangs be o'ei ' Weave, weave with willow wieath the ciown, Nor deck the throne with floweis ot June. Let no harsh clanging tiumpet diown The people's hushed and mournful tune 0 Edward ' hope of all oui lace ' High Heaven enthnll thee fiom abo%e To spurn the gauds of power and place, And tiead the path thy people love. No room ' No 100 m !— those hungiy eyes, Those tattered shoon befit not heie The King is coming ' Cease youi cues "Our toil hath wrought the wealth they wear ' "

Close packed the Hall, fiom dooi to dooi Ablaze with feudal pageantiy; The ghtt'nng baions fchiong the flooi, A sunset flaie of chivahy' Can menial chiefs thy people lead, Who beai thy keichief, 01 thy socks, Or strut — ye shades of Eunnymede — Shut with the loyal pouncet box ? Dig deep, ye buildeis, mid the wiack And rubbish of a thousand yeais 1 Ye build not foi the mushioom pack Of pursehngs, 01 voluptuous peeis Who tiade then honoured names awa> Foi spendthrift gold or bastaid powei , Whose shields the soidid charge display A golden stau — a lotus flowei Oh foi a State too wise to yield The whim of each unletteied gioom, Yet guarded by the spotless shield, And lance that piicks a tyiant's doom ' * * * The knightly dream has died away —

So sweet, yet vain. Then mock no more With strumpet pomp and gaush play And lions who have ceased to roar. Tiust not thy fabnc to the sand, The rubble heap of yesterday ; Nor yield thee to the gilded band, Who laugh the lazy houi away. Thy people's love— the wise, the pure — Shall guard thy throne from every shock, Here build thy fane !— abiding, suie, Fixed on the everlasting rock ! SANTO.