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O! shame and horror to be said !
She was a perjured nun :
That Marmion's paramour, (For such vile thing she was,) should scheme
Her lover's nuptial hour;
Each proof that might the plot reveal,
Instructions with his hand and seal; And thus Saint Hilda deigned,
Through sinner's perfidy impure,
Her house's glory to secure, And Clare's immortal weal.
XXIV. “ 'Twere long, and needless, here to tell, How to my hand these papers fell;
With me they must not stay.
While journeying by the way ? —
Deep penance may I pay!
And O! with cautious speed,
And, for thy well-earned meed,
While priests can sing and read.
What ailst thou ?-Speak!"-For as he took
His frame ; and, ere reply,
That on the breeze did die;
Look at yon City Cross!
And blazoned banners toss!"
Dun-Edin's Cross, a pillar'd stone,
Whence royal edict rang,
In glorious trumpet clang.
O! be his tomb as lead to lead,
Strange, wild, and dimly seen ;
Discern of sound or mien. Yet darkly did it seem, as there Heralds and Pursuivants prepare, With trumpet sound, and blazoned fair,
A summons to proclaim; But indistinct the pageant proud, As fancy forms of midnight cloud, When flings the moon upon her shroud
A wavering tinge of fame;
* i. e, Curse.
It flits, expands, and shifts, till loud,
This awful summons came :
XXVI. “ Prince, prelate, potentate, and peer,
Whose names I now shall call, Scottish, or foreigner, give ear! Subjects of him who sent me here, At his tribunal to appear,
I summon one and all: I cite you by each deadly sin, That ere hath soiled your hearts within ; I cite you by each brutal lust, That ere defiled your earthly dust,
By wrath, by pride, by fear, By each o'er-mastering passion's tone, By the dark grave, and dying groan!
When forty days are past and gone, · I cite you, at your Monarch's throne,
To answer and appear."