But Jane regards not auguries of ill, Nor even that sovereign vision draws her eyes, * Not long she knew this quiet. Loud the shout Back falls the chamber door, and, lo! a crowd Some tears she sheds, she trembles, turns away, The Queen, in robes of state and royal halls, And wondering, feels that she must learn to fear. Low drooped her brow when, trembling through the air, A sweet-voiced hymn was gently borne along; Perhaps an angel's music warbled there, Or human echoes of angelic song. So soft, so full, so thrilling deep it spake, It won the soul in seraph bliss to die, And seemed at once her inward thirst to slake She felt her life, a trembling, earthly spark, And lucid thoughts came rippling through the dark Quick changed the darkening hour; the reign was The princely crowds were shrunk away or dead; J. STERLING. Much of this beautiful poem has been omitted as scarcely comprehensible to our readers, showing how Lady Jane found no comfort in Plato's philosophy, though it was full of as much truth and beauty as a Greek without revelation could work out for himself, but how the Christian faith upheld her through all. LAST DAYS OF MARY I. 1558. Richmond Palace-Queen's Chamber. Queen asleep on a couch, with Lady Margaret Douglas (her cousin) near her. Enter Cardinal Reginald Pole leaning on the Earl of Oxford. CARDINAL. I fear I task your friendly aid, my lord; Is not so stricken as our mistress yonder : CARDINAL. Our birth is the beginning of our dying; OXFORD. Much to our woful country. Heaven avert it! 1 The title given to Cardinals. CARDINAL. To suit one creature, universal laws Are not revoked. Swift be thy homeward voyage, O Mary, to the haven of thy rest! The providential current, followed out, Will lead thee onward to the pleasant sea, Which, seeming to disport, links all together. OXFORD. Think you, my lord, King Philip will come back? Thus thrall'd, thus mask'd, in premature decay, Sprung from unworthy slight, care, grief, remorse. He may be jealous. OXFORD. CARDINAL. No, he does not love, R OXFORD. His natural condition is distrust; His ear but needs some venomous tongue to sting it, CARDINAL. Alas! alas ! Behold the end! Here lies a great heart blasted. [He kneels at the couch and kisses the Queen's hand. QUEEN. The Cardinal! Ojoy! How sweet to waken Toward a loved face with a smile! Whence come Ah me! when I look back on what I have been, The strange vicissitudes that marked my way, |