TO THE PRINCESS ROYAL OF ENGLAND. 
Rosebud of England! I have cliosen thee 
From, all the beauties of the flowery train 
Sole Princess o’er this rainbow-realm to reign: 
Through all the land none worthier can I see, 
Beyond the shadow of the royal tree, 
To sway the sceptre o’er this sweet domain; 
Subjects that perfume hill, and vale, and plain, 
'Wherever sings the bird or hums the bee. 
I bring before thee England’s choicest posies. 
Dappled like her own skies at Day’s first hours, 
Almost as beautiful as thine own roses : 
I ’ve gathered them for thee in woodland bowers, 
Where the hud opens and the blossom closes, 
That thou may’st reign over this Land of Flowers. 
Thomas Miller. 
