JACOBITE RELICS.
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LAMENT FOR THE QUEEN OF KING JAMES II.1
BY HENRY GRATTAN CURRAN.
Dark source of my anguish! deep wound of a land,
Whose young and defenceless the loss will deplore;
The munificent spirit, the liberal hand,
Still stretched, the full bounty it prompted to pour.
The stone is laid o'er thee! the fair glossy braid,
The high brow, the light cheek with its roseate glow;
The bright form, and the berry that dwelt, and could fade,
On these lips, thou sage giver, all, all are laid low.
Like a swan on the billows she moved in her grace,
Snow white were her limbs, and with beauty replete;
And time on that pure brow had left no more trace,
Than if he had sped with her own fairy feet.
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