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But quick the turns of chance and change. And knowledge has a narrow range; Whence idle fears, and needless pain, And wishes blind, and efforts vain. Their flight the fair Moon may not see ; For, from mid-heaven, already she Hath witnessed their captivity. She saw the desperate assault Upon that hostile castle made; But dark and dismal is the Vault Where Norton and his sons are laid ! Disastrous issue ! - he had said “ This night yon haughty Towers must yield, Or we for ever quit the field. - Neville is utterly dismayed, For promise fails of Howard's aid; And Dacre to our call replies That he is unprepared to rise. My heart is sick ; - this weary pause Must needs be fatal to the cause. The breach is open — on the Wall, This night, the Banner shall be planted!” -'Twas done — his Sons were with him — all; They belt him round with hearts undaunted And others follow ; - Sire and Son Leap down into the court -“'Tis won” They shout aloud — but Heaven decreed
To that brave deed
The foe from numbers courage drew,
High on a point of rugged ground
The summit of this bold ascent,
And from the scorching noon-tide sun,
But now, his Child, with anguish pale,
She turned to him, who with his eye
And told, as gently as could be,
To him the Lady turned ; “ You said That Francis lives, he is not dead ?”.
“ Your noble Brother hath been spared, To take his life they have not dared ; On him and on his high endeavour The light of praise shall shine for ever! Nor did he (such Heaven's will) in vain His solitary course maintain; Not vainly struggled in the might Of duty, seeing with clear sight; He was their comfort to the last, Their joy till every pang was past.
" I witnessed when to York they came — What, Lady, if their feet were tied; They might deserve a good Man's blame; But, marks of infamy and shame, These were their triumph, these their pride, Nor wanted ’mid the pressing crowd Deep feeling, that found utterance loud,
Lo, Francis comes,' there were who cried, “A Prisoner once, but now set free! 'Tis well, for he the worst defied For sake of natural Piety; He rose not in this quarrel, he His Father and his Brothers wooed, Both for their own and Country's good,
To rest in peace — he did divide, · He parted from them; but at their side
Now walks in unanimity -
« And so in Prison were they laid Oh hear me, hear me, gentle Maid, For I am come with power to bless, By scattering gleams, through your distress, Of a redeeming happiness. Me did a reverent pity move And privilege of ancient love ; And, in your service, I made bold — And entrance gained to that strong-hold.
“ Your Father gave me cordial greeting ; But to his purposes, that burned Within him, instantly returned He was commanding and entreating, And said, “ We need not stop, my Son ! But I will end what is begun; 'Tis matter which I do not fear To entrust to any living ear.' And so to Francis he renewed His words, more calmly thus pursued.
"• Might this our enterprise have sped, Change wide and deep the Land had seen, A renovation from the dead, A spring-tide of immortal green: The darksome Altars would have blazed Like stars when clouds are rolled away; Salvation to all eyes that gazed,