Ah, mournful change, if judged by vulgar minds!
But Suffolk's daughter its advantage finds.
Religion's force divine is best display'd
in deep desertion of all human aid;
To succour in extremes is her delight,
And cheer the heart when terror strikes the sight.
We, disbelieving our own senses, gaze,
And wonder what a mortal's heart can raise
To triumph o'er misfortunes, smile in grief,
And comfort those who come to bring relief.
We gaze, and as we gaze, wealth, fame decay,
And all the world's vain glories fade away.
Against her cares she raised a dauntless mind,
And with an ardent heart, but most resign'd,
Deep in the dreadful gloom, with pious heat,
Amid the silence of her dark retreat,
Address'd her God-Almighty Power Divine !
'Tis thine to raise, and to depress is thine; With honour to light up the name unknown, Or to put out the lustre of a throne.
In my short span both fortunes I have proved,
And though with ill frail nature will be moved,
I'll bear it well (O strengthen me to bear!)
And if my piety may claim thy care,
If I remember'd, in youth's giddy heat,
And tumult of a court, a future state;
O favour, when thy mercy I implore,
For one who never guilty sceptre bore!
"Twas I received the crown; my lord is free;
If it must fall, let vengeance fall on me :
Let him survive, his country's name to raise,
And in a guilty land to speak thy praise!
may the' indulgence of a father's love,
Pour'd forth on me, be doubled from above!
If these are safe, I'll think my prayers succeed,
And bless thy tender mercies whilst I bleed.'
'Twas now the mournful eve before that day In which the queen to her full wrath gave way
Though rigid justice rush'd into offence,
And drank, in zeal, the blood of Innocence.
The Sun went down in clouds, and seem'd to mourn
The sad necessity of his return.
The hollow wind and melancholy rain,
Or did, or was imagined to complain;
The tapers cast an inauspicious light;
Stars there were none, and doubly dark the night.
Sweet Innocence in chains can take her rest;
Soft slumber gently creeping through her breast,
She sinks; and in her sleep is reenthroned,
Mock'd by a gaudy dream, and vainly crown'd.
She views her fleets and armies, seas and land,
And stretches wide her shadow of command:
With royal purple is her vision hung ;
By phantom hosts are shouts of conquest rung,
Low at her feet the suppliant rival lies:
Our prisoner mourns her fate, and bids her rise.
Now level beams upon the waters play'd,
Glanced on the hills, and westward cast the shade;
The busy trades in city had began
To sound and speak the painful life of man.
In tyrants' breasts the thoughts of vengeance rouse, And the fond bridegroom turns him to his spouse. 170 At this first birth of light, while morning breaks, Our spouseless bride, or widow'd wife, awakes; Awakes, and smiles; nor night's imposture blames ; Her real pomps were little more than dreams; A short-lived blaze, a lightning quickly o'er, That died in birth, that shone, and were no more : She turns her side, and soon resumes a state Of mind well suited to her alter'd fate, Serene, though serious, when dread tidings come (Ah, wretched Guilford !) of her instant doom. Sun! hide thy beams; in clouds as black as night Thy face involve be guiltless of the sight; Or haste more swiftly to the western main, Nor let her blood the conscious day-light stain!
Oh how severe ! to fall so new a bride,
Yet blushing from the priest, in youthful pride ;
When Time had just matured each perfect grace,
Ana open'd all the wonders of her face!
To leave her Guilford dead to all relief,
Fond of his woe and obstinate in grief.
Unhappy Fair! whatever Fancy drew,
(Vain promised blessings) vanish from her view
No train of cheerful days, endearing nights,
No sweet domestic joys, and chaste delights;
Pleasures that blossom e'en from doubts and fears,
And bliss and rapture rising out of cares:
No little Guilford, with paternal grace,
Lull'd on her knee, or smiling in her face;
Who, when her dearest father shall return
From pouring tears on her untimely urn,
Might comfort to his silver hairs impart,
And fill her place in his indulgent heart:
As where fruits fall quick-rising blossoms smile,
And the blest Indian of his cares beguile.
In vain these various reasons jointly press
To blacken death, and heighten her distress;
She through the' encircling terrors darts her sight
To the bless'd regions of eternal light,
And fills her soul with peace: to weeping friends
Her father and her lord she recommends,
Unmov'd herself: her foes her air survey,
And rage to see their malice thrown away.
She soars; now nought on earth detains her care
But Guilford, who still struggles for his share.
Still will his form importunately rise,
Clog and retard her transport to the skies.
As trembling flames now take a feeble flight,
Now catch the brand with a returning light,
'T'hus her soul onward, from the seats above
Falls fondly back, and kindles into love.
At length she conquers in the doubtful field;
That Heaven she seeks will be her Guilford's shield.
Now Death is welcome; his rpproach is slow;
"Tis tedious longer to expect the blow.
Oh, mortals! short of sight, who think the past 225 O'erblown misfortune still shall prove the last:
Alas! misfortunes travel in a train,
And oft in life form one perpetual chain :
Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend,
Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
She thinks that she has nought but death to fear; And death is conquer'd. Worse than death is near :
• Her rigid trials are not yet complete ;
The news arrives of her great father's fate.
She sees his hoary head, all white with age,
A victim to the' offended monarch's rage.
How great the mercy, had she breathed her last
Ere the dire sentence on her father pass'd!
A fonder parent Nature never knew,
And as his age increased his fondness grew.
A parent's love ne'er better was bestow'd;
The pious daughter in her heart o'erflow'd.
And can she from all weakness still refrain?
And still the firmness of her soul maintain ?-
Impossible! a sigh will force its way,
One patient tear her mortal birth betray;
She sighs and weeps! but so she weeps and sighs,
As silent dews descend, and vapours rise.
Celestial Patience! how dost thou defeat
The foe's proud menace, and elude his hate!
While Passion takes his part, betrays our peace
To death and torture swells each slight disgrace;
By not opposing thou dost ills destroy,
And wear thy conquer'd sorrows into joy.
Now she revolves within her anxious mind
What woe still lingers in reserve behind.
Griefs rise on griefs, and she can see no bound,
While nature lasts, and can receive a wound.
The sword is drawn; the queen to rage inclin'd,
By mercy nor by piety confined
What mercy can the zealot's heart assuage,
Whose piety itself converts to rage?
She thought, and sigh'd; and now the blood began
'To leave her beauteous cheek all cold and wan:
New sorrow dimm'd the lustre of her eye,
And on her cheek the fading roses die.
Alas! should Guilford too-When now she's brought
To that dire view, that precipice of thought,
While there she trembling stands, nor dares look down,
Nor can recede, till Heaven's decrees are known, 270
Cure of all ills, till now, her lord appears
But not to cheer her heart, and dry her tears?
Not now, as usual, like the rising day,
To chase the shadows and the damps away;
But like a gloomy storm, at once to sweep
And plunge her to the bottom of the deep.
Black were his robes, dejected was his air,
His voice was frozen by his cold despair;
Slow, like a ghost, he moved with solemn pace;
A dying paleness sat upon his face :—
Back she recoil'd, she smote her lovely breast,
Her eyes the anguish of her heart confess'd:
Struck to the soul, she stagger'd with the wound,
And sunk, a breathless image, to the ground.
Thus the fair lily, when the sky's o'ercast,
At first but shudders in the feeble blast;
But when the winds and weighty rains descend,
The fair and upright stem is forced to bend,
Till broke, at length, its snowy leaves are shed,
And strew with dying sweets their native bed.
HER Guilford clasps her, beautiful in death,
And with a kiss recals her fleeting breath.
To tapers thus, which by a blast expire,
A lighted taper, touch'd, restores the fire.
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