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264 And therefore falls the tear from eyes not used To gaze on kings with admiration fond. And thou hast knelt at meek Religion's shrine With no mock homage, and hast owned her rights Sacred in every breast : and therefore rise, Affectionate, for thee, the orisons And mingled prayers, alike from vaulted domes Whence the loud organ peals, and raftered roofs Of humbler worship.- Still remembering this, A nation's pity and a nation's love Linger beside thy couch, in this the day Of thy sad visitation, veiling faults Of erring judgement, and not will perverse. Yet, O that thou hadst closed the wounds of war! That had been praise to suit a higher strain. Farewell the years rolled down the gulf of time! Thy name has chronicled a long bright page Of England's story ; and perhaps the babe Who opens, as thou closest thine, his eyes