Touch not the heart, for Sorrow's voice Will mingle in the chorus wild; When Scotland weeps, canst thou rejoice? No: rather mourn her murdered child. Sing how on Carberry's mount of blood, 'Mid foes exulting in her doom, The captive Mary fearless stood, A helpless victim for the tomb. Justice and Mercy, 'frighted, fled, And shrouded was Hope's beacon blaze, When, like a lamb to slaughter led, Poor Mary met her murderers' gaze. Calm was her eye as yon dark lake, And changed her once angelic form; No sigh was heard the pause to break, That awful pause before the storm. O draw the veil, 't were shame to gaze Upon the bloody tragedy; But lo! a brilliant halo plays Around the hill of Carberry. 'T is done -- and Mary's soul has flown Beyond this scene of blood and death; 'T is done -- the lovely saint has gone To claim in heaven a thornless wreath. But as Elijah, when his car Wheeled on towards heaven its path of light, Dropped on his friend, he left afar, His mantle, like a meteor bright; So Mary, when her spirit flew Far from this world, so sad, so weary, A crown of fame immortal threw Around the brow of Carberry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE |