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LAI! D.

* * Ami if thls suffice not,

Unleash the sword anl fire, that in their thirst

They may lick up that scum of schismatics.

I laugh at those weak rebels who, desiring

What we possess, still prate of christian peace,

As if those dreadful me-sengers of wrath,

Which play the part of God 'twixt right and wrong,

Should be let loose against innocent sleep

Of templed cities and the smiling fields,

For some poor argument of policy

Which touches our own profit or our pride,

Where it indeed were christian charity

To turn the cheek even to the smiter's hand:

And when our greai Redeemer, when our God

Is scorned in his immediate ministers,

They talk of peace!

Such peace as Canaan found, let Scotland now. • # • * %

QUEEN

My beloved lord,

Have you not noted that the fool of late
Has lost his careless mirth, and that his words
Sound like the echoes of our saddest fears?
What can it mean? I should be loth to think
Some factious slave had tutored him.

KINQ.

It partly is,

That our minds piece the vacant intervals
)f his wild words with their own fashioning;
Vs in the imagery of summer clouds,

Or coals in the winter fire, idlers find

The perfect shadows of their teeming thoughts:

And partly, that the terrors of the time

Are sown hy wandering Rumour in all spirits;

And in the lightest and the least, may best

Be seen the current of the coming wind.

QUEEN.

Yonr brain is overwrought with these deep thoughts;

Come, I will sing to you; let us go try

These airs from Italy, and you shall see

A cradled miniature of yourself asleep,

Stamped on the heart by never*>erring love;

Liker than any Vandyke ever made,

A pattern to the unborn age of thee,

Over whose sweet beauty I have wept for joy

A thousand times, and now should weep for sorrow,

Pid I not think that after we were-dead

Our fortunes would spring high in him, and that

The cares we waste upon our heavy crown

Would make it light and glorious as a wreath

Of heaven's beams for his dear innocent brow.

KING.

Pear Henrietta!

• * * • •

SCENE HI. Hampden, Pvm, Cromwell, and the younger Vane.

HAMPDEN.

England, farewell! thou, who hast been my cradle,

Shalt never be my dungeon or my grave!
I held what I inherited in thee,
As pawn for that inheritance of freedom
Which thou hast sold- for thy despoiler's smile;—
How can I call thee England, or my country?
(loes the wind hold!

TAME.

The vanes sit steady
Upoft the Abbey towers. The silver lightnings
Of the evening star, spite of the city's smoke,
Tell that the north wind reigns in the upper air.
Mark too that flock of fleecy winged clouds
Sailing athwart St. Margaret's.

HAMPDEN.

Hail, fleet herald Of tempest! that wild pilot who shall guide Hearts free as his, to realms as pure as thee, Beyond the shot of tyranny! And thou, Fair star, whose beam lies ou the wide Atlantic, Athwart its zones of tempest and of calm, Bright as the path to a beloved home, O light us to the isles of th' evening land!' Like floating Edens, cradled in the glimmer Of sunset, through the distant mi«t of years Tinged by departing Hope, they gleam! Lone regions Where power's poor dupes and victims, yet have never Propitiated the savage fear of kings With purest blood of noblest hearts; whose dew Is yet unstained with tears of those who wake To weep each day the wrongs on which it dawns;

Whose sacred silent air owns yet no echo

Of formal blasphemies; nor impious rites

Wrest man's free worship from the Goil who loves

Towards the worm, who envies us his love,

Receive thou young [ ]of Paradise,

These exiles from the oi l and sinful world!

This glorious clime, this Ormament, whose lights

Dart mitigated influence through the veil

Of pale blue atmosphere; whose tears keep green

The pavement of this moist all feeding earth,

This vaporous horizon; whose dim round

Is bastioned by the circumfluous sea,

Repelling invasion from the sacred towers,

Presses upon me like a dungeon's grate,

/V low dark roof, a damp apd narrow vault:

The mighty universe becomes a cell

Too narrow for the soul thai «wns no master.

While the loathliest spot Of this wide prison, England, is a nest Of cradled peace built on the mountain tops, To which the eagle-spirits of the free, Which range through heaven aud earth, and scorn the storm Of time, and gaze upon the light of truth, Return to brood over the [ ] thoughts

That cannot die, and may not be repelled.

TO THE MOON.

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,

Wandering companionless
Amon" the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy!

THE WANING MOON.

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrap^t in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
A nd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky earth,
A white and shapeless mass.

EPITAPH.

These are two friends whose lives were undivided, So let their memory be, now they have glided Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single hearted.

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