THE ROYAL DREAM.

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume VI, Issue 472, 9 February 1850, Page 2

THE ROYAL DREAM.

Upon a couch of royal state a lady fair reposed, And, wrapt in pleasing visions bright, her soft blue eye was closed, And in that dream so beautiful, a mountain sprite was seen, Whose brow was circled with a wreath of" triple leaves so green. Then sang the sprite, " Oh ! lady bright! why seek a foreign shore, And leave, unseen, thine island green, where loyal hearts adore ? Oh! you never met such welcome yet — ne'er saw such sunny smile, As will greet thee on thy landing in thine own Emerald Isle." ' And as the lady dreamed, she smiled, and waking spoke her mmd — '• Prepare my bravest ships, and spread their white wings to the wind, And bear me to that verdant isle the spirit showed to me, The fairest spot I yet have seen within my subject sea." The fav'ring gale soon filled the sail — the brave , ships make the shore — A fairy bark' then seeks the strand, amid the "cannon's roar ; » And hex. banner glittered in the sun — for Heaven "itself did smile On the landing of the lady in her own Emerald Isle ! But the lady hears the million-shout, above the cannon's roar, The thunder-burst of loyal hearts, along the echoing shore ! And her noble heart it echoed too— and thus did echo say— - - " I ne'er so proudly felt my power, as on this glorious day !" It was a glorious day indeed — fond bosoms beating high— A blessing hung on every tongue — devotion lit each eye. Oh ! brightest day of all her sway, the. day she' won the smile That did greet the' lady, landing in her own Emerald Isle !