The bark that held the prince went down,

The sweeping waves rolled on;

And what was England's glorious crown

To him that wept a son?

He lived, for life may long be borne

Ere sorrow breaks its chain:

Why comes not death to those who mourn?

He never smiled again.

There stood proud forms before his throne,

The stately and th

But who could fill the place of one,--

That one beneath the wave?

Before him passed the young and fair,

In pleasure's reckless train;

But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair--

He never smiled again.

He sat where festal bowls went round;

He heard the minstrel sing;

He saw the tour-ney's victor crowned

Amid the knightly ring.

A murmur of the restless deep

Was blent with every strain,

A voice of winds that would not sleep--

He never smiled again.

Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the trace

Of vows once fondly poured,

And strangers took the kins-man's place

At many a joyous board;

Graves which true love had bathed with tears

Were left to heaven's bright rain;

Fresh hopes were born for other years--

_He_ never smiled again!