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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas on the Late National Calamity, the Death of the Princess Charlotte</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MARK'D ye the mingling of the city's throng,<br>Each mien, each glance, with expectation bright?<br>Prepare the pageant, and the choral song,<br>The pealing chimes, the blaze of festal light!<br>And hark! what rumour's gathering sound is nigh?<br>Is it the voice of joy, that murmur deep?<br>Away! be hush'd! ye sounds of revelry.<br>Back to your homes, ye multitudes, to weep!<br>Weep! for the storm hath o'er us darkly past,<br>And England's royal flower is broken by the blast!<br>II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Was it a dream? so sudden and so dread<br>That awful fiat o'er our senses came!<br>So loved, so blest, is that young spirit fled,<br>Whose early grandeur promised years of fame? <br>Oh! when hath life possess'd, or death destroy'd<br>More lovely hopes, more cloudlessly that smiled?<br>When hath the spoiler left so dark a void?<br>For all is lost-the mother and her child!<br>Our morning-star hath vanish'd, and the tomb<br>Throws its deep lengthen'd shade o'er distant years to come.<br>III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Angel of Death! did no presaging sign<br>Announce thy coming, and thy way prepare?<br>No warning voice, no harbinger was thine,<br>Danger and fear seem'd past-but thou wert there!<br>Prophetic sounds along the earthquake's path<br>Foretell the hour of nature's awful throes;<br>And the volcano, ere it burst in wrath,<br>Sends forth some herald from its dread repose:<br>But thou, dark Spirit! swift and unforeseen,<br>Cam'st like the lightning's flash, when heaven is all serene.<br>IV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And she is gone-the royal and the young,<br>In soul commanding, and in heart benign;<br>Who, from a race of kings and heroes sprung,<br>Glow'd with a spirit lofty as her line.<br>Now may the voice she loved on earth so well<br>Breathe forth her name, unheeded and in vain;<br>Nor can those eyes on which her own would dwell,<br>Wake from that breast one sympathy again: <br>The ardent heart, the towering mind are fled,<br>Yet shall undying love still linger with the dead.<br>V</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh! many a bright existence we have seen<br>Quench'd, in the glow and fulness of its prime; <br>And many a cherish'd flower, ere now, hath been<br>Cropt, ere its leaves were breathed upon by time.<br>We have lost heroes in their noon of pride,<br>Whose fields of triumph gave them but a bier;<br>And we have wept when soaring genius died,<br>Check'd in the glory of his mid career!<br>But here our hopes were centred-all is o'er,<br>All thought in this absorb'd-she was-and is no more!<br>VI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We watch'd her childhood from its earliest hour,<br>From every word and look blest omens caught;<br>While that young mind developed all its power,<br>And rose to energies of loftiest thought.<br>On her was fix'd the patriot's ardent eye,<br>One hope still bloom'd-one vista still was fair;<br>And when the tempest swept the troubled sky<br>She was our dayspring-all was cloudless there;<br>And oh! how lovely broke on England's gaze,<br>E'en through the mist and storm, the light of distant days.<br>VII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now hath one moment darken'd future years,<br>And changed the track of ages yet to be!-<br>Yet, mortal! 'midst the bitterness of tears,<br>Kneel, and adore the inscrutable decree! <br>Oh! while the clear perspective smiled in light,<br>Wisdom should then have temper'd hope's excess,<br>And, lost One! when we saw thy Iot so bright,<br>We might have trembled at its loveliness:<br>Joy is no earthly flower-nor framed to bear,<br>In its exotic bloom, life's cold, ungenial air.<br>VIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All smiled around thee-Youth, and Love, and Praise,<br>Hearts all devotion and all truth were thine!<br>On thee was riveted a nation's gaze,<br>As on some radiant and unsullied shrine.<br>Heiress of empires! thou art passe'd away,<br>Like some fair vision, that arose to throw,<br>O'er one brief hour of life, a fleeting ray,<br>Then leave the rest to solitude and woe!<br>Oh! who shall dare to woo such dreams again! <br>Who hath not wept to know, that tears for thee were vain?<br>IX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet there is one who loved thee-and whose soul<br>With mild affections nature form'd to melt;<br>His mind hath bow'd beneath the stern control<br>Of many a grief-but this shall be unfelt!<br>Years have gone by-and given his honour'd head<br>A diadem of snow-his eye is dim-<br>Around him Heaven a solemn cloud hath spread, <br>The past, the future, are a dream to him!<br>Yet, in the darkness of his fate, alone<br>He dwells on earth, while thou, in life's full pride art gone!<br>X</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Chastener's hand is on us-we may weep,<br>But not repine-for many a storm hath past,<br>And, pillow'd on her own majestic deep, <br>Hath England slept, unshaken by the blast!<br>And War hath raged o'er many a distant plain<br>Trampling the vine and olive in his path;<br>While she, that regal daughter of the main,<br>Smiled, in serene defiance of his wrath!<br>As some proud summit, mingling with the sky,<br>Hears calmly far below the thunders roll and die.<br>XI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her voice hath been the awakener-and her name<br>The gathering-word of nations-in her might,<br>And all the awful beauty of her fame,<br>Apart she dwelt, in solitary light.<br>High on her cliffs, alone and firm she stood,<br>Fixing the torch upon her beacon-tower;<br>That torch, whose flame, far streaming o'er the flood,<br>Hath guided Europe through her darkest hour.<br>Away, vain dreams of glory!-in the dust<br>Be humbled, ocean-queen! and own thy sentence just!<br>XII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hark! 'twas the death bell's note! which, full and deep,<br>Unmix'd with aught of less majestic tone,<br>While all the murmurs of existence sleep,<br>Swell'd on the stillness of the air alone!<br>Silent the throngs that fill the darken'd street,<br>Silent the slumbering Thames, the lonely mart;<br>And all is still, where countless thousands meet,<br>Save the full throbbing of the awe-struck heart!<br>All deeply, strangely, fearfully serene,<br>As in each ravaged home the avenging one had been.<br>XIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sun goes down in beauty-his farewell,<br>Unlike the world he leaves, is calmly bright;<br>And his last mellowed rays around us dwell,<br>Lingering, as if on scenes of young delight.<br>They smile and fade-but, when the day is o'er.<br>What slow procession moves, with measured tread ?-<br>Lo! those who weep for her who weeps no more,<br>A solemn train-the mourners and the dead!<br>While, throned on high, the moon's untroubled ray<br>Looks down, as earthly hopes are passing thus away.<br>XIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But other light is in that holy pile,<br>Where, in the house of silence, kings repose;<br>There, through the dim arcade, and pillar'd aisle,<br>The funeral torch its deep-red radiance throws.<br>There pall, and canopy, and sacred strain,<br>And all around the stamp of woe may bear;<br>But Grief, to whose full heart those forms are vain,<br>Grief unexpress'd, unsoothed by them-is there.<br>No darker hour hath Fate for him who mourns,<br>Than when the all he loved, as dust, to dust returns.<br>XV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We mourn-but not thy fate, departed One!<br>We pity-but the living, not the dead;<br>A cloud hangs o'er us- 'the bright day is done', {1}<br>And with a father's hopes, a nation's fled.<br>And he, the chosen of thy youthful breast, .<br>Whose soul with thine had mingled every thought; <br>He, with thine early fond affections blest,<br>Lord of a mind with all things lovely fraught;<br>What but a desert to his eye, that earth,<br>Which but retains of thee the memory of thy worth?<br>XVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh! there are griefs for nature too intense,<br>Whose first rude shock but stupifies the soul;<br>Nor hath the fragile and o'erlabour'd sense<br>Strength e'en to feel, at once, their dread control.<br>But when 'tis past, that still and speechless hour,<br>Of the seal'd bosom, and the tearless eye,<br>Then the roused mind awakes, with tenfold-power<br>To grasp the fulness of its agony!<br>Its death-like torpor vanish'd-and its doom;<br>To cast its own dark hues o'er life and nature's bloom.<br>XVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And such his lot, whom thou hast loved and left.<br>Spirit! thus early to thy home recall'd!<br>So sinks the heart, of hope and thee bereft,<br>A warrior's heart, which danger ne'er appall'd. <br>Years may pass on-and, as they roll along, <br>MeIlow those pangs which now his bosom rend;<br>And he once more, with life's unheeding throng,<br>May, though alone in soul, in seeming blend;<br>Yet still, the guardian-angel of his mind<br>Shall thy loved image dwell, in Memory's temple shrined.<br>XVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet must the days be long ere time shall steal<br>Aught from his grief whose spirit dwells with thee;<br>Once deeply bruised, the heart at length may heal,<br>But all it was-oh! never more shall be.<br>The flower, the leaf, o'erwhelm'd by winter snow,<br>Shall spring again, when beams and showers return;<br>The faded cheek again with health may glow,<br>And the dim eye with life's warm radiance burn;<br>But the pure freshness of the mind's young bloom,<br>Once lost, revives alone in worlds beyond the tomb<br>XIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But thou-thine hour of agony is o'er,<br>And thy brief race in brilliance hath been run;<br>While Faith, that bids fond nature grieve no more,<br>TeIls that thy crown-though not on earth-is won.<br>Thou, of the world so early left, hast known<br>Naught but the bloom of sunshine-and for thee,<br>Child of propitious stars! for thee alone<br>The course of love ran smooth, and brightly free- {2}<br>Not long such bliss to mortal could be given,<br>It is enough for earth to catch one glimpse of heaven.<br>XX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What though, ere yet the noonday of thy fame<br>Rose in its glory on thine England's eye,<br>The grave's deep shadows o'er thy prospect came?<br>Ours is that loss-and thou wert blest to die!<br>Thou might'st have lived to dark and evil years,<br>To mourn thy people changed, thy skies o'ercast;<br>But thy spring morn was all undimm'd by tears,<br>And thou wert loved and cherish'd to the last!<br>And thy young name, ne'er breathed in ruder tone,<br>Thus dying, thou hast left to love and grief alone.<br>XXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Daughter of Kings! from that high sphere look down,<br>Where still in hope, affection's thoughts may rise;<br>Where dimly shines to thee that mortal crown,<br>Which earth display'd to claim thee from the skies.<br>Look down! and if thy spirit yet retain<br>Memory of aught that once was fondly dear,<br>Soothe, though unseen, the hearts that mourn in vain,<br>And, in their hours of loneliness-be near!<br>Blest was thy lot e'en here-and one faint sigh,<br>Oh! tell those hearts, hath made that bliss eternity!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a></strong></div>