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XXII. “ His squire, who now De Wilton saw As recreant doomed to suffer law,
Repentant, owned in vain,
That, while he had the scrolls in care,
A stranger maiden, passing fair,
Had drenched him with a beverage rare ;-
His words no faith could gain.
With Clare alone he credence won,
Who, rather than wed Marmion,
Did to Saint Hilda's shrine repair,
To give our house her livings fair,
And die a vestal vot’ress there:
The impulse from the earth was given,
But bent her to the paths of heaven.
A purer heart, a lovelier maid,
Ne'er sheltered her in Whitby's shade,
No, not since Saxon Edelfed ;
Only one trace of earthly strain,
That for her lover's loss
She cherishes a sorrow vain,
And murmurs at the cross.-
And then her heritage ;-it goes
Along the banks of Tame;
Deep fields of grain the reaper mows,
In meadows rich the heifer lows,
The falconer, and huntsman, knows
Its woodlands for the game.
Shame were it to Saint Hilda dear,
And I her humble vot’ress here
Should do a deadly sin,
Her temple spoiled before mine eyes,
If this false Marmion such a prize
By my consent should win
Yet hath our boisterous Monarch sworn,
That Clare shall from our house be torn;
And grievous cause have I to fear,
Such mandate doth Lord Marmion bear.
“ Now, prisoner, helpless, and betrayed
To evil power, I claim thine aid,
By every step that thou hast trod
To holy shrine and grotto dim,
By every martyr's tortured limb,
By angel, saint, and seraphim,
And by the Church of God!
For mark :-When Wilton was betrayed,
And with his squire forged letters laid,
She was alas ! that sinful maid,
By whom the deed was done,0! shame and horror to be said !
She was a perjured nun:
No clerk in all the land, like her,
Traced quaint and varying character.
Perchance you may a marvel deem,
That Marmion's paramour, (For such vile thing she was,) should scheme
Her lover's nuptial hour;
But o’er him thus she hoped to gain,
As privy to his honour's staip, ... -
Illimitable power: "......
For this she secretly retained :
Each proof that might the plot reveal,
Instructions with his hand and seal ; . . And thus Saint Hilda deigned, ,
Through sinner's perfidy impure,
Her house's glory to secure,
And Clare's immortal weal. ristin
XXIV. “ 'Twere long, and needless, here to tell, How to my hand these papers fell ;
With me they must not stay. ' 23
Saint Hilda keep her Abbess true!
Who knows what outrage he might do,
While journeying by the way ?-'
O blessed Saint, if e'er again
I venturous leave thy calm domain,
FTOPLISHED AERUL 1810, BY A CONSTAHL ARCO FLUTTIRGIT.