Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1832-12-22
ALEXANDRIA GAZETTE
From the London .athenguna.
THE LAST PRAYER OF MARY QUEEN
OF SCOTS.

% Domino Deus! speravi in te;
90 care mi Jesu, nunc liberia me-
'In dura catena, in mIsera pena,
sDesidero te-
'Languendo, gemendo, ct genuaectendo,
adore, imploro, ut There's mes
II was the holy twilight hour, and clouds IN
crimson pride
Said thro' the gulden armament, II the calm
evening tide;
The peasants cheerful song was husI'd BY every
hill and glen
The City's voice stol. family out, and died the
hum of men;
And as Nights sombre shades came down DER
Days respondent eye,
faded face, from prison cell, gazed out upon
the sky;
For to that face the glad bright sun Of earth for
aye had set,
And the last time had come, to mark ewes starry
corOnet!
Oh, who can paint the bitter thoughts that Ger
her spirit stole,
As her pale lips gave utterance to feelings deep
control;
While shadow'd from life's vista back, throng'd
'mid her bursting tears.
The fantasies Of early hope-dreams OF departed
years:
Where pleasures light was sprinkled, and silver
voices flung
Their rich and echoing cadenees, her virgin hours
among;
When there came no shadow on her brow no
tear to dim her eye;
When there frown'd no cload OF surrew in her be-
ing's testal sky.
Peichance at that lone hour the though, Of early
visions came,
The trance that touched her lip with song at
Lope's mysterious Hdme;
When she listened to the low breath'd tones of
| hun the idol One.
Who shone in her minds imaging, first ray of
pleasures sun:
Prrchance the walk in evening hours-the impas-
. stoned kiss and vow,
| The warm tear on the kiuding cheek-the smile
upon the brow;
| But they came like flowers that whittier and the
light of all had fed,
As hue from April's pinion, DER earth's bud
ding bosom shed!
And thus, as star came after star. into the bound
less heaven,
Were her deep thoughts and eloquent. in pensive
| numbers given;
| They were the offerings OF heart where grief
bad long held sway.
| And now-,he night the hour had come, to give
her feelings way;
1t was the last dim night Of life-the sun had
SINK to rest,
And the blue twilight haze, had crept on the far
mountains brcast;-
And thus as in her sadden d heart the tide of love
grew strong,
Pour'd her meek, quiet spri, forth, this flood Of
mournful sung:
The shades of evening gather now DER the mys.
terious earth;
The yiewless w,nds are whispering their strain
Of breezy mirth;
The gentle moon hath come TO shed a Hood oil
glory round,
In the silence of this calm repose-the beauty
Of the ground,
And in the free. sweet gales, tina, sweep along
my prison bar,
Seem borne the soft, deep harmouies Of every
kinding star;
see the blue streams glancing m the mild and
chasten'd light,
And the gem. lit feecy clouds, that steal along
the brow Of night.
Oh, must leave existence now while life should
be like spring
While JOY should cheer my pilgrimage with
gladness from his wing:
Are the songs of Hope for ever ho"n-fhe sy-
rem voice which flung
The chaunt of YOUTHS warm happ'.e from the
beguer's tonguel
6 Shall | drink mn more the melody OF babOling
! stream or bird,
Or the accented gale Of summer, as the leaves OF
June are stirredl
Shall the pulse IT love wax fainter, and the