QUEEN MARY

1 s I G H and lainent me in vain ,

Tliese walls eau but écho iiiy moan; Alas ! it increases my pain Wlicn I tliiiiK of tlie days that are gone.

Thro’ rhe grate ofmy prison I see The birds as they wantonin air:

My heart how it pants to be free,

My looKs tliey are wild with despair.

Above tho’ oppressed by my fate ,

I biirn with conteinpt for my foes :

Tho’ fortune has alter’d my State ,

Slie ne’cr can subdue me to those.

False wonian, in âges to corne Thy malice detested shall be;

And when wo are cold in the tomb y Süinc heart still will sorrow for ni*.

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