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Ye whose relics rest around,
Summon'd to the untimely tomb?
Late with youth and splendour crown'd,
Late with love and joyaunce blest;
Never more lamented guest
Was in Windsor laid to rest.
Henry, thou of saintly worth,
Ancestral crimes were visited:
Meek of heart and undefiled,
And fix'd on heaven his heavenly mind,
Blessing, while he kiss'd the rod,
His Redeemer and his God.
Now may he in realms of bliss
Passive as that humble spirit,
Won in fields contested well,
While he sought his rightful claim:
Where the ruthless Clifford fell;
And when Wharfe ran red with slaughter,
On the day of Towton's field,
The carnage and the ill-spilt blood
Seem'd a strife for pastime meant,
And the work of Agincourt
Only like a tournament;
Half the blood which there was spent
Had sufficed again to gain
Thou, Elizabeth, art here;
Thou to whom all griefs were known;
In happier hour than on the throne.
And favour'd in their lot are they
But thou, Seymour, with a greeting, Such as sisters use at meeting,
Joy, and sympathy, and love,
Like in loveliness were ye,
Henry, too, hath here his part;
The ashes of that fiery heart.
Shall our Charlotte's soul inherit;
No, by Fisher's hoary head,
By More, the learned and the good,
By Katharine's wrongs and Boleyn's blood,By the life so basely shed
Of the pride of Norfolk's line,
By the axe so often red,
By the fire with martyrs fed,
May her happy spirit be!
And here lies one whose tragic name
That murder'd Monarch, whom the grave,
Ye' whose relics rest around,
Long, through evil and through good,
Of peace, in battle twice achieved;
And Europe from the yoke reliev'd,
One who reverently, for thee,
THE HOLLY TREE.
O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly Tree?
The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves
Order'd by an intelligence so wise,
As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.
Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen
No grazing cattle through their prickly round
But as they grow where nothing is to fear,
I love to view these things with curious eyes,
And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree
Can emblems see
Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, One which may profit in the after time.
Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear
To those who on my leisure would intrude
Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be
And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show,
All vain asperities I day by day
Would wear away,
Till the smooth temper of my age should be
And as when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree?