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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Queen Of Prussia`s TombFelicia Dorothea Hemans - The Queen Of Prussia`s Tomb
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In sweet pride upon that insult keen She smiled; then drooping mute and broken-hearted, To the cold comfort of the grave departed. ~ Milman. It stands where northern willows weep,   A temple fair and lone; Soft shadows o`er its marble sweep,   From cypress-branches thrown; While silently around it spread, Thou feel`st the presence of the dead. And what within is richly shrined?   A sculptur`d woman`s form, Lovely in perfect rest reclined,   As one beyond the storm: Yet not of death, but slumber, lies The solemn sweetness on those eyes. The folded hands, the calm pure face,   The mantle`s quiet flow, The gentle, yet majestic grace,   Throned on the matron brow; These, in that scene of tender gloom, With a still glory robe the tomb. There stands an eagle, at the feet   Of the fair image wrought; A kingly emblem–nor unmeet   To wake yet deeper thought: She whose high heart finds rest below, Was royal in her birth and wo.  There are pale garlands hung above,   Of dying scent and hue;– She was a mother–in her love   How sorrowfully true! Oh! hallow`d long be every leaf, The record of her children`s grief! She saw their birthright`s warrior-crown   Of olden glory spoil`d, The standard of their sires borne down,   The shield`s bright blazon soil`d: She met the tempest meekly brave, Then turn`d o`erwearied to the grave. She slumber`d; but it came–it came,   Her land`s redeeming hour, With the glad shout, and signal flame   Sent on from tower to tower! Fast thro` the realm a spirit moved– `Twas hers, the lofty and the loved. Then was her name a note that wrung   To rouse bold hearts from sleep; Her memory, as a banner flung   Forth by the Baltic deep; Her grief, a bitter vial pour`d To sanctify th` avenger`s sword. And the crown`d eagle spread again   His pinion to the sun; And the strong land shook off its chain–   So was the triumph won! But wo for earth, where sorrow`s tone Still blends with victory`s!–She was gone!
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