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And on its dock a lady sat. who gazed with tearful eyes,
Upon the fast receding hills, that dun and distant rise.
No marvel that the lady wept— die re was no land on earth
She loved like that dear laud, although she owed k not her birth;
It was her mother's ianu, the land o f childhood and o f f:ient:s—
It was the land where she had ion ad for ah her griefs amsiids—
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The land where her dead husband slept— the land where she had
known
The tranquil convent3? hushed repose, and the splendors of a throne:
No marvel that the lady wept— it was i:ie hind oi Trance—
The ch os Lin land of chivalry, the garden of romance 1
The past was bright, like those dear hills so far behind her bark ;
The future, like the gathering night, was ominous ;?nd dark 1
One gaze again— one long, last ya/,e— 11 Adieu, fair France, to t h e e !”
T he breeze COIIICS forth— she is d o n e on the unconscious sea !

Tire scene was changed. It wa= an eve of raw and surly mood,
And in a turret-chamber high ef ancient Holy rood
Sat Mary, listening to the rain, and sighing with the winds,
That, seemed to suit the stormy state of men's uncertain minds.
The touch of care had blanched her cheek— her smile was sadder
now,
The weight o f royalty had pressed loo heavy on her m ow ;
And traitors to her councils came, and rebels to the field;
lh e Stuart fi^PVKic well she swayed, but the fiwoitD she could not
wield.
She thought of ah her blighted hopes— the dreams of yOLith’s brief
day,
And summoned Rizzio with his lute, and bade the minstrel play
The songs she loved in early years— the songs of gay Navarre,
The- songs, nerehance, that erst were sung by gallant Chatelar;
They half beguiled her of her cares, they soothed her into smi’es,
They won her thoughts from bigot's zeal, ;nvd fierce domestic broils;
But hark ! the tramp of armed men ! the Douglas1 battle-cry I