Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1818-02-19
THE LAMENT OF Tnr sMERALD ISLE

sLrs PBiLLIPs. Esq. the eminent Irish b;l.f ,sie'
a shoit deaica,ou % To the most desolate woman
c worid-the PRiNcESs or WALES"
PooR LEoPoI ID THE orient DAY
AS brightly flames DER ClaTeinnnps height
Aud its last loveltst, farew ell Tay
ON Eshef casts a iOok OF light.
But Esher's groves are sad at noon,
Sweet Claremont's bow'rs are silent now,
Aud veipd IN clouds 90 the inconstaut moon"
That smipd upon thy nuptial Won
Weep or Let not q solace rude
PIofane thy halloN'd solitude
Weep on This worlds no world to thee,
Thou art alone with misery
weep On !-She cannot hear thee weep
ihy lov'd one sleeps the ORGANIZES sleep
Her voIce rs hush'd-hef bosom cold
Her eyes hue iustTe clouded-
And, oh Cad IA the rarth.wornl's Shiny fold
Lies her youth IN iis iOye!iness shroudedl
crown was her birth rght-an empire her dow'r
The throne and the isle OF the free
The VIII ola brave people wurshippd her pow'r-
BIZ; roya'ty's sceptre--but ohiva!r,'s how'r
swayd not the heart that was shfin'd in the bow'r
OF : blessed seclusoD with thee
There is sad hear, soothing grief
When woe o'ernows, il WeepS reticf,
Aud makes friend OF mere distress
IL bends al fancy DER the grave-
IL sees the funeral popars waive,
In crOured loneliness
Q, hears a voice in the whirlwnd's sigh,
Sees the form u iovd in the speckiess sky,
AUD with bodiless visions aud fantasies rude
Peoples lie s'ry solitude.
oh il walked with thee in windsor's pile,
A. DEATHS pageant moy'd before her
While the noDlesi and iairest OF ali the isle
Na,"d the canopPd nlOckeTy DER heI
Inc h0weis s'rew'd her bier,
lie e,e OF NalOur rain'd tue tear
Fast rs Arabia's tree
The organs requiem, sweet and slow,
E"ld ITS harmonious ponp of woe
O'eI her, as she lay in death below,
kcbukng all their pageantry.
Bot, by thee nnheaTd was the cora, hymn
UNMARKED the b2nner'd crowd,
The temples midnight day dim,
Nor eye nor thought
Eadst thou for aupht
But tky lov'd one ia her shroud
Gaze, gaze thy last, psoT Leopold
Her smile can bless thee never
Hsi cheek is palc-her young heart cold
The heart that iOv'd thee-cold foreverI
Around her virgin brow The wreath
OF nupilai bllss for thee she wuye,
Aud DER that LTOw sIli liv'd IN deaih
The last faint iSrew ell look of Love
o.. may That loOh a spirit be,
To ChaI al Away .hy misery.
Sat 10 Ia wanderer, far away,
Neglected aud revipd
Gon exile momn L.T only stay,
Her owu, her darling child
Mothers of England when al night
Upon the Bonded knee,
Your hearts inroke a God Of ight-
To guard Jour chik,reEs Infancy
oh spRfe one plying pIa,'I foI her,
The wiGu~t, chiidiess, Royal Wauderer
Her sire ia foreign iand wa laid,
While Glory mourL'd her hIoiheT--
Her nIp;tal wreath Just blOOm'd To fade
Ger lies sad ruin but one ray stray'd--
Stli, stiil she was mother;
And. tho pilgrim and alone,
The heir, and outcast, ut a throne,
lnr'd from her own her naive home,
The home OF early life,
And douu'd Ia stranger realms to roam,
wisnw yet wife
Still one sweet visiOn evTy woe be2uiid--
SILL hopes bright angel pointed 10 heI child.
Departed spirit beam thy light
On Thy poor mothers tears
St;Tless ana dreaIy, 1t the night
OfneI declining year.
See her, of ev'ry hope beirft,
flsw desolate-hOw lone
III that haze her only left,
Aud all that lov'd her gone
Friend, father, mother, brother brave,
ATe now with thee In the silent grave.
Poor wandeTer in Thy hearts distress
God pity thee
How rayles. is thy wretchednessl
How desolate thy royalty