The Lay of Marie and Vignettes in Verse. Matilda Betham

       Thus brightly his ideas glanc'd,

       Met mine, and smil'd as they advanc'd,

       For all his fervour I partook—

       Pour'd out my spirit in each theme,

       And follow'd every waking dream!

       Now in Fancy's airy play,

       Near at hand, and far away,

       All that was sportive, wild, and gay!

       Now led by Pity to deplore

       Hearts that can ache and bleed no more,

       We roam'd long tales of sadness o'er!

       Now, prompted by achievements higher,

       We caught the hero's, martyr's fire!

       Who, listening to an angel choir,

       Rapt and devoted, following still

       Where duty or religion led,

       The mind prepar'd, subdued the will,

       Bent their grand purpose to fulfil:

       Conquer'd, endur'd, or meekly bled!

       Nor wonder'd we, for we were given,

       Like them, to zeal, to truth, and heaven.