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The tint of Autumn's closing day, On Leicester-Abbey shone, And pensively that fading ray Gleam'd o'er the fretted stone; While slowly 'neath its portal arch The mitred Abbot came, With crosier leading on the march Of all his ghostly train.

Each monk in sable stole appear'd,    With studious care array'd, For tramp of coursers' feet was heard To echo through the glade. A martial band, with measured tread, Approach'd that lone abode, And sad and silent at their head The prelate Wolsey rode.

He, at whose nod the noble blood Of * Buckingham was shed, That princely peer, who boldly stood Next to the crowned head; He, who with arrogance unblamed St. Peter's chair had eyed, Alike for wealth and learning famed, For policy and pride.