Some will whisper that her soul, Ne'er can reach the blessed goal,- A father's promise but fulfilling. And I have mark'd-" "Cease, father cease, And let her spirit rest in peace :— But what her name ? quick-let me hear.” 66 Stranger, the Nun was Agnes Vere!" Some moments are so full of woe, So fraught with feeling's bitter pain, But pressing on the throbbing brain PART NINTH. But thou hast left, for ever left, A star that cheer'd my darkening day, My heart's best treasure lies below:-- But, Friar, language is too weak, To tell how good, and true, and fair, But deeply in my soul shall dwell, 55 PART TENTH. "Ha! Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?’* "Yet, for all this say not that Percy's dead." HENRY IV. TIME steals away the tender hue, That rested on life's opening dawn, And on that hard and beaten way, The rosy hues of life decay! Years roll'd along, Lord Percy's name, Was foremost in the ranks of fame A warrior bold and stern ;— Who still where danger threaten'd, stood.. Observers might discern, A reckless daring, as if life Return'd no charm,-the battle's strife PART TENTH. Relieved the secret woe The lurking memory, or whate'er It was, that mark'd his noble brow With the sad look that mourners wear! The sanguine Rose was proudly waving Forth issuing with his vassal train, The draw-bridge echo'd to their feet, And gaily pranced their coursers fleet, In place of armour's clang, 57 The lonely birds of night complain, Where ruin holds a silent reign! And Percy had his plighted vow To Mortimer's young sister given A gentler lady, not below The ambient arch of heaven. She saw him march from Alnwick's towers, And muster all his warlike powers, And wav'd her last adieu ! As winding far away she saw, The warrior train from sight withdraw. But when shut out from view, Long, long she wept, and felt that ne'er, And cheerly, cheerly, their bugles rang But victory crown'd their haughty foes, |