. A selection of posthumous poems. rmd each bosom with her heavenly fire. But, dire destruction followd Henrys word,—Its wealth was seized by sacriligeous hands; Cromwell soon afterwards unsheathed his sword,And spoiled its beauty with Vandalic bands. Its inmates fled with consternation wild,Banished for ever fron their blest abode; Marauding strangers then the Abbey spoiFd,And quickly scattered its remains abroad. Sad desolation now pervades the spot, Each solemn hymn has died upon the breeze; And H nitons holy sons are all forgot, Sleeping in death beneath umbrageous trees, 1 5» yw^^^^p^v^v^
. A selection of posthumous poems. rmd each bosom with her heavenly fire. But, dire destruction followd Henrys word,—Its wealth was seized by sacriligeous hands; Cromwell soon afterwards unsheathed his sword,And spoiled its beauty with Vandalic bands. Its inmates fled with consternation wild,Banished for ever fron their blest abode; Marauding strangers then the Abbey spoiFd,And quickly scattered its remains abroad. Sad desolation now pervades the spot, Each solemn hymn has died upon the breeze; And H nitons holy sons are all forgot, Sleeping in death beneath umbrageous trees, 1 5» yw^^^^p^v^v^^Tm \^L<iJikA3jfaL«j4l«o^^ Avkr *r%Jf < $ 4 HULTON ABBEY The whispring wind mourns oer their silent graves,The cowslip peeps anear their lowly bed ;— The muse, the tear of sympathy would crave,To wet the grassy turf above them spread. Ah ! who will one day do the same for me, When the green moss shall oer my mansion creep ? 5 For soon, from mortal pain my spirit free, Like Hultons inmates, I shall gently sleep. &-. > \Vy^JFr4rrjri^^ A JL-A^tek^^
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