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Rh  With streaming eyes o'er sinful hours? Spirit of Mercy, say!

Suffolk and Norfolk, fiery peers, Their rival's exit blest, And stern Northumberland with tears His vengeful joy exprest. But bluff king Hal with vacant eye Gazed long on Ann Boleyne, And in a deep and sorrowing sigh Forgot his spoused queen.

Yet light as air that monarch's wo, And lighter still his love, And ah! how false his holiest vow The scaffold oft did prove.— How vain that king who proudly swerves From paths by wisdom trod, But vainer still, the man who serves His king before his God.

 

Ah! who shall paint the anguish that attends The parting of fond hearts? The tear suppress'd Lest it awake its fellow,—the long sob Of agony,—the shade involving all Fair objects, save one brow alone,—where seems Centred all light and beauty.—When that turns From the fix'd gaze,—when in dim distance fades 