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There are pale garlands hung above,
Of dying scent and hue ;
She was a mother in her love
How sorrowfully true!
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 thro' 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 ;
So was the triumph won!
* Originally published in the Monthly Magazine.
THE MEMORIAL PILLAR.
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 2d April, 1616."-See Notes to the “ Pleasures of Memory."
THE MEMORIAL PILLAR.
Hast thou, thro' Eden's wild-wood vales pursued
Mother and child! whose blending tears
Have sanctified the place,
Was given one last embrace ;
A spell to waken solemn thought,
A still, small under-tone, That calls back days of childhood, fraught
With many a treasure gone ; And smites, perchance, the hidden source, Tho' long untroubled-of remorse.
For who, that gazes on the stone
Which marks your parting spot,
Who but a mother's love hath known,
The one love changing not? Alas! and haply learn'd its worth
First with the sound of "Earth to earth ?"
But thou, high-hearted daughter! thou,
O’er whose bright, honour'd head, Blessings and tears of holiest flow,
Ev'n here were fondly shed, Thou from the passion of thy grief, In its full burst, couldst draw relief.