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 OUE GREETING 
 
 TO THE 
 
 PRINCESS ALEXANDRA, 
 
 March yth, 1863. 
 By martin F. TUPPER, D.C.L., F.R.S., 
 
 Author of Proverbial Philofophy.'' 
 
 A hundred thoufand Welcomes ! 
 A hundred thoufand Welcomes ! 
 
 And a hundred thoufand more ! 
 O happy heart of England, 
 Shout aloud, and ling Land, 
 
 As no land fang before ! 
 
 And let the paean foar 
 
 And ring from fhore to fhore 
 A hundred thoufand Welcomes, 
 
 And a hundred thoufand more ! 
 
 And let the cannons roar 
 
 The joy-ftunn'd city o'er. 
 And let the fteeples chime it 
 A hundred thoufand Welcomes, 
 
 And a hundred thoufand more,— 
 
Our Greeting to 
 
 From neighbour's door to door. 
 From every man's heart's core, — 
 A hundred thoufand Welcomes, 
 
 And a hundred thoufand more ! 
 
 II. 
 
 She comes ! the Maid of Denmark, 
 
 The Raven,— NO ! The Dove,— 
 The Royal Maid of Denmark, 
 The darling child of Denmark, 
 To be our Queen of Love ; 
 She comes ! His young and beauteous Bride, 
 Behold her at the Prince's fide. 
 His trueft crown, his joy and pride, — 
 She comes ! All bleffings on her ! 
 Our Albert's wife and happy choice. 
 Making the wondering World rejoice 
 That fuch a Prince has won her ; 
 
 For, fearch'd we all the nations round. 
 No fairer, better could be found. 
 None in whofe lot more hopes abound. 
 Of joy, and peace, and honour ! 
 Then, fhout amain with heart and voice. 
 
T^he Princess Alexandra. 
 
 From echoing fliore to fhore, 
 A hundred thoufand Welcomes ! 
 A hundred thoufand Welcomes ! 
 
 And a hundred thoufand more ! 
 
 III. 
 
 O glad' and glorious Day ! 
 O multitude on multitude ! 
 O deep magnetic brotherhood. 
 And yearning all one way ! 
 O Ipirit-ftirring cheers ! 
 O hearts that burft in tears 
 All fobbing in the fun. 
 And throbbing all as one ! 
 O flags, like meteors gleaming. 
 In mad excitement ftreaming ! 
 O thundering guns and clanging peals, 
 O joy, wherewith all England reels, — 
 Was ever fuch a Welcome 
 In all the days of yore ? 
 Was ever fuch a Triumph, 
 Or ever fhall be more ? 
 Let fluttering hearts confefs it. 
 And fl-reaminp" cheeks exorefs it. 
 
To the Princess Alexandra. 
 
 Let clapping hands in quick furprife, 
 And heraldries, and tapeftries. 
 And, elecflric as She comes. 
 Flags and flowers, trumpets, drums. 
 Throbbing breafls and thrilling cries. 
 Waving fcarfs and flafhing eyes. 
 And all this furging multitude — 
 This eager, overwhelming flood. 
 Sifters and brothers, like a fea 
 Rippling their million flniles for Thee,— 
 O let all thefe declare it — 
 Let miles of fhouting fwear it 
 In all the years of yore 
 Unparalleled before ! 
 And Thou, mofl: welcome WandVer 
 
 Acrofs the Northern Water, 
 Our England's Alexandra — 
 Our dear adopted Daughter — 
 Lay to thine heart, conn'd o'er and o'er, 
 In future years remembered well. 
 The magic fervour of this ipell. 
 That fhakes the Land from ihore to fhore. 
 And makes all hearts and eyes brim o'er. 
 Our hundred thoufand Welcomes ! 
 Our fifty million Welcomes,