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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

Another close

To that brave deed
Which struck with terror friends and foes !
The friend shrinks back — the foe recoils
From Norton and his filial band;
But they, now caught within the toils,
Against a thousand cannot stand; —

The foe from numbers courage drew,
And overpowered that gallant few.
A rescue for the Standard !” cried
The Father from within the walls ;
But, see, the sacred Standard falls !
Confusion through the Camp spread wide :
Some fled — and some their fears detained;
But ere the Moon had sunk to rest
In her pale chambers of the West,
Of that rash levy nought remained.

CANTO FIFTH.

High on a point of rugged ground
Among the wastes of Rylstone Fell,
Above the loftiest ridge or mound
Where Foresters or Shepherds dwell,
An Edifice of warlike frame
Stands single (Norton Tower its name);
It fronts all quarters, and looks round
O’er path and road, and plain and dell,
Dark moor, and gleam of pool and stream,
Upon a prospect without bound.

The summit of this bold ascent,
Though bleak and bare, and seldom free
As Pendle-hill or Pennygent
From wind, or frost, or vapours wet,
Had often heard the sound of glee
When there the youthful Nortons met,
To practise games and archery :
How proud and happy they! the crowd
Of Lookers-on how pleased and proud !

And from the scorching noon-tide sun,
From showers, or when the prize was won,
They to the Watch-tower did repair,
Commodious Pleasure-house! and there
Would mirth run round, with generous fare ;
And the stern old Lord of Rylstone-hall,
He was the proudest of them all!

But now, his Child, with anguish pale,
Upon the height walks to and fro;
'Tis well that she hath heard the tale,
Received the bitterness of woe :
For she had hoped, had hoped and feared,
Such rights did feeble nature claim;
And oft her steps had hither steered,
Though not unconscious of self-blame;
For she her brother's charge revered,
His farewell words; and by the same,
Yea by her brother's very name,
Had, in her solitude, been cheered.

She turned to him, who with his eye
Was watching her while on the height
She sate, or wandered restlessly,
O’erburthened by her sorrow's weight;
To him who this dire news had told,
And now beside the Mourner stood;
(That grey-haired Man of gentle blood,
Who with her Father had grown old
In friendship, rival Hunters they,
And fellow Warriors in their day)
To Rylstone he the tidings brought;
Then on this place the Maid had sought:

And told, as gently as could be,
The end of that sad Tragedy,
Which it had been his lot to see.

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

VOL. III.

Now walks in unanimity -
Then peace to cruelty and scorn,
While to the prison they are borne,
Peace, peace to all indignity!'

« 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,

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