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 252 THE CHILDREN OF HENRT THE FIRST.

And battled, with a maniac's force,

The madness of the main. He snatched his sister from the wreck,

Faint was her accent dear, Yet strong her white arms 'twined his neck,

" Blest William ! art thou here ?"

The wild waves swelled like mountains on,

The blasts impetuous sweep ; Where is the heir of England's throne P

Go, ask the insatiate deep ! He sleeps in Ocean's coral grove,

Pale pearls his bed adorn, A martyr to that h allow 'd love

Which with his life was born.

Woe was in England's halls that day,

Woe in her royal towers, While low her haughty monarch lay,

To wail his smitten flowers : And, though protracted years bestow

Bright honour's envied store, Yet on that crowned and lofty brow

The smile sat never more.

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