Epitaph on a Jacobite
Thomas Babington Macaulay. Works. London: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1898. 824.83/Aa/A1 TRIN.
1 To my true king I offer'd free from stain
2Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
3For him I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,
4And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
5For him I languish'd in a foreign clime,
6Gray-hair'd with sorrow in my manhood's prime;
7Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees,
8And pined by Arno for my lovelier Tees;
9Beheld each night my home in fever'd sleep,
10Each morning started from the dream to weep;
11Till God, who saw me tried too sorely, gave
12The resting-place I ask'd, an early grave.
13O thou, whom chance leads to this nameless stone,
14From that proud country which was once mine own,
15By those white cliffs I never more must see,
16By that dear language which I spake like thee,
17Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear
18O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.
RPO poem Editors:
J. D. Robins