LAMENTATION OF QUEEN MARY

J. sîgb acd lament me in Tain , Thèse ^valls caD bat ecLo my moan :

Alas ! it increases my paia , When I thmk of the days that are gous. Thro' the grate of my prison I see The birds as they ^vanton in air :

My beart how it pants to be free , My lookjthey are wili wiih despair.

Above tho* cppressed by my fare , I barn wiih contempt for my foes :

Tho' fortune bas alter'd my state, She ne' er can snbdue me to those.

Palse woman , in âges to come Tby malice detested shall be ; And when we are cold in the tomb , Some heait still will sonow for me.

Ye , roofs where cold damps and di^may With silence and solitude dwell , How comfortless passes the day !

How sad lolls the evening bell !

The owli from the battlements ciy, EoUow wLods seem to marmar aroooâ :

O Mar>- , prépare thee to die.

Mj blood il runs cold at the sound.