9.

Where now the bats their wavering wings extend
Soon as the gloaming* spreads her waning shadet,
The choir did oft their mingling vespers blend,
Or matin orisons to Mary paid.

10.

Years roll on years; to ages, ages yield;
Abbots to abbots, in a line, succeed:
Religion's charter their protecting shield
Till royal sacrilege their doom decreed.

11.

One holy HENRY§ rear'd the gothic walls,
And bade the pious inmates rest in peace;
Another HENRY the kind gift recalls,

And bids devotion's hallow'd echoes cease.

12.

Vain is each threat or supplicating prayer;
He drives them exiles from their blest abode,
To roam a dreary world in deep despair—

No friend, no home, no refuge, but their God.

* As "gloaming," the Scottish word for twilight, is far more poetical, and has been recommended by many eminent literary men, particularly by Dr. Moore in his Letters to Burns, I have ventured to use it on account of its harmony.

+ Gloaming spreads her waning shade. In the private volume, Twilight winds a waning shade.-ED.

The priory was dedicated to the Virgin.

§ At the dissolution of the monasteries, Henry VIII. bestowed Newstead Abbey on Sir John Byron.

13.

Hark how the hall, resounding to the strain,
Shakes with the martial music's novel din!
The heralds of a warrior's haughty reign,
High crested banners, wave thy walls within.

14.

Of changing sentinels the distant hum,

The mirth of feasts, the clang of burnish'd arms,
The braying trumpet and the hoarser drum,
Unite in concert with increased alarms.

15.

An abbey once, a regal fortress* now,
Encircled by insulting rebel powers,

War's dread machines o'erhang thy threatening brow,
And dart destruction in sulphureous showers.

16.

Ah vain defence! the hostile traitor's siege,

Though oft repulsed by guile, o'ercomes the brave; His thronging foes oppress the faithful liege, Rebellion's reeking standards o'er him wave.

17.

- Not unavenged the raging baron yields;

The blood of traitors smears the purple plain: Unconquer'd still, his falchion there he wields, And days of glory yet for him remain.

* Newstead sustained a considerable siege in the war between Charles I. and his parliament.

18.

Still in that hour the warrior wish'd to strew
Self-gather'd laurels on a self-sought grave;
But Charles' protecting genius hither flew,

The monarch's friend, the monarch's hope, to save.

19.

Trembling, she snatch'd him* from th' unequal strife, In other fields the torrent to repel;

For nobler combats, here, reserved his life,

To lead the band where godlike FALKLAND† fell.

20.

From thee, poor pile! to lawless plunder given,
While dying groans their painful requiem sound,
Far different incense now ascends to heaven,
Such victims wallow on the gory ground.

21.

There many a pale and ruthless robber's corse,
Noisome and ghast, defiles thy sacred sod;
O'er mingling man, and horse commix'd with horse,
Corruption's heap, the savage spoilers trod.

• Lord Byron and his brother Sir William held high command in the royal army: the former was general in chief in Ireland, lieutenant of the Tower, and governor to James, Duke of York, afterwards the unhappy James II.; the latter had a principal share in many actions.-Vide Clarendon, Hume, &c.

+ Lucius Cary, Lord Viscount Falkland, the most accomplished man of his age, was killed at the battle of Newberry, charging in the ranks of Lord Byron's regiment of cavalry.

22.

Graves, long with rank and sighing weeds o'erspread,
Ransack'd, resign perforce their mortal mould:
From ruffian fangs escape not e'en the dead,
Raked from repose in search for buried gold.

23.

Hush'd is the harp, unstrung the warlike lyre, The minstrel's palsied hand reclines in death; No more he strikes the quivering chords with fire, Or sings the glories of the martial* wreath.

24.

At length the sated murderers, gorged with prey,
Retire; the clamour of the fight is o'er;
Silence again resumes her awful sway,
And sable Horror† guards the massy door.

25.

Here Desolation holds her dreary court:
What satellites declare her dismal reign!
Shrieking their dirge, ill-omen'd birds resort,
To flit their vigils in the hoary fane.

26.

Soon a new morn's restoring beams dispel
The clouds of anarchy from Britain's skies;
The fierce usurper seeks his native hell,
And Nature triumphs as the tyrant dies.

*Martial.

The private volume reads laurell'd.-ED.

+ Sable Horror.

In the private volume, Horror stalking.-ED.

27.

With storms she welcomes his expiring groans;

Whirlwinds, responsive, greet his labouring breath;

Earth shudders as her caves receive his bones,
Loathing* the offering of so dark a death.

28.

The legal ruler† now resumes the helm,

He guides through gentle seas the prow of state; Hope cheers, with wonted smiles, the peaceful realm, And heals the bleeding wounds of wearied hate.

29.

The gloomy tenants, Newstead! of thy cells,
Howling, resign their violated nest;

Again the master on his tenure dwells,
Enjoy'd, from absence, with enraptur❜d zest.

*30.

Vassals, within thy hospitable pale,

Loudly carousing, bless their lord's return; Culture again adorns the gladdening vale,

And matrons, once lamenting, cease to mourn.

*This is an historical fact. A violent tempest occurred immediately subsequent to the death or interment of Cromwell, which occasioned many disputes between his partisans and the cavaliers : both interpreted the circumstance into divine interposition; but whether as approbation or condemnation, we leave to the casuists of that age to decide. I have made such use of the occurrence as suited the subject of my poem.

+ Charles II.