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ANOTHER warning sound! the funeral bell,
 * Startling the cities of the isle once more,

With measur'd tones of melancholy swell,
 * Strikes on th' awaken'd heart from shore to shore.

He, at whose coming monarchs sink to dust,
 * The chambers of our palaces hath trod,

And the long-suffering spirit of the just,
 * Pure from its ruins, hath return'd to God!

Yet may not England o’er her Father weep; Thoughts to her bosom crowd, too many, and too deep.

Vain voice of Reason, hush!—they yet must flow,
 * The unrestrain'd, involuntary tears,

A thousand feelings sanctify the woe,
 * Rous'd by the glorious shades of vanish'd years.