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And what within is richly shrined ?

A sculptur'd woman's form, Lovely in perfect rest reclined,

As one beyond the storm : Yet not of death, but slumber, lies The solemn sweetness on those eyes.

The folded hands, the calm, pure face,

The mantle's quiet flow, The gentle, yet majestic grace,

Throned on the matron brow; These, in that scene of tender gloom, With a still glory robe the tomb.

There stands an eagle, at the feet

Of the fair image wrought ; A kingly emblem—nor unmeet

To wake yet deeper thought : She whose high heart finds rest below, Was royal in her birth and wo.

There are pale garlands hung above,

Of dying scent and hue ;
She was a mother in her love

How sorrowfully true!
Oh ! hallow'd long be every leaf,
The record of her children's grief !

She saw their birthright's warrior-crown

Of olden glory spoild, The standard of their sires borne down,

The shield's bright blazon soiled : She met the tempest meekly brave, Then turn'd, o'erwearied, to the grave.

She slumber'd; but it came—it came,

Her land's redeeming hour,
With the glad shout, and signal-flame,

Sent on from tower to tower ! Fast through the realm a spirit moved'Twas hers, the lofty and the loved.

Then was her name a note that rung

To rouse bold hearts from sleep, Her memory, as a banner flung

Forth by the Baltic deep ; Her grief, a bitter vial pour'd To sanctify th' avenger's sword.

And the crown'd eagle spread again

His pinion to the sun ;
And the strong land shook off its chain-

So was the triumph won !
But wo for earth, where sorrow's tone
Still blends with victory's—She was gone !*


Originally published in the Monthly Magazine.


On the road-side between Penrith and Appleby, stands a small pillar, with this inscription :-“This pillar was erected in the year 1656, by Ann, Countess Dowager of Pembroke, for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 20 April, 1616.”—See Notes to the “ Pleasures of Memory.


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