The Angels hear, and there is mirth in Heaven,
   Fit prelude of the joy, when spirits won
Like those to patient Faith, shall rise forgiven,
   And at their Saviour’s knees thy bright example own.

THE RESTORATION OF THE ROYAL FAMILY

And Barzillai said unto the King, How long have I to live, that I should go up with the King unto Jerusalem? 2 Samuel xix. 34.

As when the Paschal week is o’er,
Sleeps in the silent aisles no more
   The breath of sacred song,
But by the rising Saviour’s light
Awakened soars in airy flight,
   Or deepening rolls along;

The while round altar, niche, and shrine,
The funeral evergreens entwine,
   And a dark brilliance cast,
The brighter for their hues of gloom,
Tokens of Him, who through the tomb
   Into high glory passed: 

Such were the lights and such the strains. 
When proudly streamed o’er ocean plains
   Our own returning Cross;
For with that triumph seemed to float
Far on the breeze one dirge-like note
   Of orphanhood and loss.

Father and King, oh where art thou? 
A greener wreath adorns thy brow,
   And clearer rays surround;
O, for one hour of prayer like thine,
To plead before th’ all-ruling shrine
   For Britain lost and found!

And he, whose mild persuasive voice
Taught us in trials to rejoice,
   Most like a faithful dove,
That by some ruined homestead builds,
And pours to the forsaken fields
   His wonted lay of love: 

Why comes he not to bear his part,
To lift and guide th’ exulting heart? —
   A hand that cannot spars
Lies heavy on his gentle breast: 
We wish him health; he sighs for rest,
   And Heaven accepts the prayer.

Yes, go in peace, dear placid spright,
Ill spared; but would we store aright
   Thy serious sweet farewell,
We need not grudge thee to the skies,
Sure after thee in time to rise,
   With thee for ever dwell.

Till then, whene’er with duteous hand,
Year after year, my native Land
   Her royal offering brings,
Upon the Altar lays the Crown,
And spreads her robes of old renown
   Before the King of kings.

Be some kind spirit, likest thine,
Ever at hand, with airs divine
   The wandering heart to seize;
Whispering, “How long hast thou to live,
That thou should’st Hope or Fancy gave
   To flowers or crowns like these?”

THE ACCESSION

As I was with Moses, so I will be with thee; I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.  Joshua i. 5.

The voice that from the glory came
   To tell how Moses died unseen,
And waken Joshua’s spear of flame
   To victory on the mountains green,
Its trumpet tones are sounding still,
   When Kings or Parents pass away,
They greet us with a cheering thrill
   Of power and comfort in decay.