So hath our happy union made Each in the other's weal participant, Enriching, strengthening, glorifying both. 11. O House of Stuart, to thy memory still Should British hearts in gratitude be bound! Than thine unhappy tale hath never fill'd Poet or moralist his mournful theme! And in prosperity alone Found wanting, Time hath closed Thy tragic story now! Errors and virtues fatally betrayed, Magnanimous suffering, vice, Weakness, and head-strong zeal, sincere tho' blind, Wrongs, calumnies, heart-wounds, Religious resignation, earthly hopes Fears and affections, these have had their course, And over them in peace The all-engulphing stream of years hath closed. 'Stablish'd and perfected by length of days, 12. Nor hath the sceptre from that line Its regal honours. Trunk and root have failed: Liveth and flourisheth. It is the Tree Beneath whose sacred shade, In majesty and peaceful power serene, Extend their sure protection; whose strong roots Safe in the sunshine and the peace of Heaven! TO A FRIEND, ON SENDING A FANCY DRAWING, AFTER PROMISING HER OWN PICTURE IN THE CHARACTER OF A GYPSEY. By Lady Caroline Lambe. THE glowing tints beneath thy care Have given it charms and beauties rare, But in the ideal head I trace, No features of the gypsey's face, The living smile, the nameless grace, Here roving looks, and eyes of fire, But soon the varying tints will fade, And time with leaden hand shall shade, The colours that once vivid played In thy bright eye and breast! So hope that paints our morning sky, When viewed with youth's unclouded eye; So pleasures airy dreams must fly O'erpowered with care and gloom. For life's a fearful passing dream, And those that gay and thoughtless seem, Alike sail down its swelling stream To meet the general doom. ON HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN TO WINDSOR CASTLE. By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles. NOT that thy name, illustrious dome, recalls But that from cities and from crowds withdrawn, |