V.

"Who, when our fov'reign liege to fate shall yield, "Shall prop, like him, Britannia's falling state? "Who now the vengeful fword of justice wield, "Or ope, like him, fweet Mercy's golden gate? VI.

"Who shall to Arts their pristine honour bring, "Rear from the duft fair Learning's laurell'd head, "Or bid rich Commerce plume her daring wing? Arts, Learning, Commerce are in FREDERIC dead.

VII.

"Who now shall tend, with fond paternal care, "The future guardians of our faith and laws? "Who teach their breasts with patriot worth to dare, "And die, with ardour, in Britannia's cause ?

VIII.

"And who, ah! who, with foft endearing lore, "Shall footh, like him, the royal mourner's breast? "Her lord, her life, her FREDERIC is no more.”Deep groans and bitter wailings fpeak the rest.

IX,

Then, when at length the awful scene was clos'd,
And duft to duft in holy hope confign'd;
All to their filent homes their steps difpos'd,

To feed on folitary woe the mind;

X.

All but Lorenzo;-he with grief dismay'd,
Nor heeding ought but FREDERIC's hapless fate,
Mufing along the cloyfter'd temple ftray'd,
Till lonely midnight clos'd th' impervious gate.

XI.

But when each lamp by flow degrees expir'd,
And total night affumed its filent reign,
Sudden he starts, with wild amazement fir'd,
And big with horror traverses the fane.

XII.

The vaulted mansions of th' illustrious dead
Infpire his fhudd'ring foul with ghaftly fears,
Dire shapes, and beck'ning fhades around him tread,
And hollow voices murmur in his ears.

XIII.

There, as around the monumental maze
Darkling he wanders, a resplendent gleam
Shoots o'er th' illumin'd ifle a distant blaze,
Pale as the glow-worm's fire, or Cynthia's beam.
XIV.

With glory clad, th' imperial fhrines among,
Four royal fhapes on iv'ry thrones were plac'd,
High o'er their heads four airy diadems hung,
Which never yet their maiden brows had grac'd.

XV.

The firft was he, whom CRESSY's glorious plain
Has fam'd for martial deeds and bold emprize;
Nor less his praise in Virtue's milder strain,
Juft, humble, learned, merciful and wife.

XVI.

Next ARTHUR fat, at whofe aufpicious birth
In one sweet flow'r the blended roses join'd;
And HENRY next, fair plant of Scotifh earth,
The hope, the joy of ALBION and mankind.
XVII.

Yet green in death, the last majestic shade
Wore gracious FREDERIC's mild endearing look;
To him the reft obeyfance courteous paid,
And EDWARD thus the princely form bespoke :
XVIII.

"All hail! illustrious partner of our fate,
"For whom, as once for us, Britannia bleeds;
"Hail! to the manfions of the good and great,
"Where crowns immortal wait on virtuous deeds.

XIX.

"The fame our fortune, as our worth the same, " (To worth like ours fhort date doth heav'n affign) "As one our fortune, one fhall be our fame, "And long record our deathless names fhall join.

XX.

"But oh! I tremble for Britannia's state, "May guardian pow'rs avert the dire prefage! "For well she knows, at our untimely fate "How heav'n's dread vengeance fmote each fin.. full age.

XXI.

"The regal staff afpiring BOLINBROKE "Snatch'd with rude grafp from RICHARD'S "princely hand;

“Loos'd from hell's confines, civil Discord fhook "The dubious throne, and tore the beeding land.

XXIII.

"When ARTHUR died, imperious HENRY's thirst "Of fubject's blood nor heeded fex nor age; "His wives a facrifice to vagrant luft, "His nobles victims to tyrannic rage.

XXIV.

*When pious CHARLES in right fraternal reign'd, "Rebellion proudly stalk'd from shore to fhore, "Her laws, her rights, her holy faith profan'd, "And dy'd the guilty land with royal gore.

XXIV.

"Yet ah! may pity move relenting heav'n!

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Enough the groans beneath her present woe;

"Enough to vengeance is already giv'n;

"Her FREDERIC's dead;-there needs no other "blow."

XXV.

Scarce had he spoken, when the bird of day 'Gan morn's approach with clarion shrill declare, At once th' unbodied phantoms fade away,

The fond illufion all diffolves in air.