31.12.2010, 18:40
ON THE MONUMENT OF THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH
STUART IN NEWPORT CHURCH, ISLE OF WIGHT.
Lo ! by our Queen's command, the Parian stone
Has brought to light a flower that shall not fade ;
As old-world seeds, up to the surface thrown,
Break in white blossom by the Sun's sweet aid,
And air their buried beauty ; so, at last,
This gentle, royal, persecuted maid
Has had her blameless memory upcast.
Like the white clover, long in darkness laid ;
How touchingly she died ! her languid head
Had fallen forward on her father's book.
The Martyr's dying present, ere he bled ;
But, on the last high morning, she shall look
Heavenwards, through Him whose precious blood was shed
For this long-hidden flower of Carisbrook.
STUART IN NEWPORT CHURCH, ISLE OF WIGHT.
Lo ! by our Queen's command, the Parian stone
Has brought to light a flower that shall not fade ;
As old-world seeds, up to the surface thrown,
Break in white blossom by the Sun's sweet aid,
And air their buried beauty ; so, at last,
This gentle, royal, persecuted maid
Has had her blameless memory upcast.
Like the white clover, long in darkness laid ;
How touchingly she died ! her languid head
Had fallen forward on her father's book.
The Martyr's dying present, ere he bled ;
But, on the last high morning, she shall look
Heavenwards, through Him whose precious blood was shed
For this long-hidden flower of Carisbrook.