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WINDSOR-FOREST.
Here o'er the martyr-King the marble weeps,
And fast beside him, once-fear'd [1]Edward sleeps:
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the Northern main,
The grave unites; where ev'n the Great find rest,
And blended lie th' oppressor and th' opprest!
Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known,
(Obscure the place, and un-inscrib'd the stone)
Oh fact accurst! what tears has Albion shed,
Heav'ns what new wounds! and how her old have bled?
She saw her sons with purple deaths expire,
Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire.
A dreadful Series of intestine wars,
Inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars.
At length great Anna said—Let discord cease!
She said, the World obey'd, and all was Peace!
In that blest moment, from his oozy bed
Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head.
And fast beside him, once-fear'd [1]Edward sleeps:
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the Northern main,
The grave unites; where ev'n the Great find rest,
And blended lie th' oppressor and th' opprest!
Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known,
(Obscure the place, and un-inscrib'd the stone)
Oh fact accurst! what tears has Albion shed,
Heav'ns what new wounds! and how her old have bled?
She saw her sons with purple deaths expire,
Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire.
A dreadful Series of intestine wars,
Inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars.
At length great Anna said—Let discord cease!
She said, the World obey'd, and all was Peace!
In that blest moment, from his oozy bed
Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head.
- ↑ Edward IV.
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