With streaming eyes o'er sinful hours?
Spirit of Mercy, say!
Suffolk and Norfolk, fiery peers,
Their rival's exit blest,
And stern Northumberland with tears
His vengeful joy exprest.
But bluff king Hal with vacant eye
Gazed long on Ann Boleyne,
And in a deep and sorrowing sigh
Forgot his spoused queen.
Yet light as air that monarch's wo,
And lighter still his love,
And ah! how false his holiest vow
The scaffold oft did prove.—
How vain that king who proudly swerves
From paths by wisdom trod,
But vainer still, the man who serves
His king before his God.
PARTING OF LOVERS.
Ah! who shall paint the anguish that attends
The parting of fond hearts? The tear suppress'd
Lest it awake its fellow,—the long sob
Of agony,—the shade involving all
Fair objects, save one brow alone,—where seems
Centred all light and beauty.—When that turns
From the fix'd gaze,—when in dim distance fades
