Daughter of Kings! from that high sphere look down Where still, in hope, affection’s thoughts may rise; Where dimly shines to thee that mortal crown Which earth display’d to claim thee from the skies. Look down! and if thy spirit yet retain Memory of aught that once was fondly dear, Soothe, though unseen, the hearts that mourn in vain, And in their hours of loneliness--be near! Blest was thy lot e’en here--and one faint sigh, Oh! tell those hearts, hath made that blest eternity![63] [60] “I saw him last on this terrace proud, Walking in health and gladness; Begirt with his court--and in all the crowd Not a single look of sadness. * * * * * “The time since he walk’d in glory thus, To the grave till I saw him carried, Was an age of the mightiest change to _us_, But to _him_ a night unvaried. * * * * * “A daughter beloved--a queen--a son-- And a son’s sole child had perish’d; And sad was each heart, save the only one By which they were fondest cherish’d.” --“The Contrast,” written under Windsor Terrace, 17th Feb. 1820, by Horace Smith, Esq. [61] “The bright day is done, And we are for the dark.”--Shakspeare. [62] “The course of true love never did run smooth.” Shakspeare. [63] These stanzas were dated, Brownwhylfa, 23d Dec. 1817, and first appeared in _Blackwood’s Magazine_, vol. iii. April 1818. EXTRACT FROM QUARTERLY REVIEW.