The Queen.of Prussia’s Tomb. 
While silently around. it spread, 
Thou feel’st the presence of the dead. 
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“And what within is richly shrined ?— 
ns A sculptured woman’s form, — 
mogu sous -°° Lovely im perfect rest reclined, 
a As one beyond the storm: 
pAoIRL 19 Yet ‘not of death, but slumber, lies’ 
ort The solemn sweetness on those eyes:* 
The folded hands, the calm pure face, — 
The mantle’s quiet flow, 
The gentle, yet majestic grace, 
Throned cn the matron brow :— 
These, in that scene of tender gloom, 
With a still glory robe the tomb. 
There stands an eagle, af the feet 
BY 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 woe. 
There are pale garlands hung above 
Of dying scent and hue; 
She was a mother—in her. love 
How sorrowfully true ! 
Oh! hallowed long be every leaf, 
The record of her children’s grief ! 
She saw their birthright’s warrior-crown 
Of olden glory spoiled— 
The standard of their sires bore down— 
The shield’s bright blazon soiled 
She met the tempest meekly brave, «0» 
Then turned, o’erwearied, to. the grave. 
She slumbered; but it came—it came, . 
Her land’s redeeming hour, ena 
With the glad shout and signal-flame, © 
Sent on from tower to:'tower: 
Fast through the land a spirit moved— 
?Twas her’s, the lofty and the loved. 
Then was her name a word that rung 
To rouse bold hearts from sleep ; 
Her memory, as a banner flung 
Forth by the Baltic deep; 
Her grief, a bitter vial poured = > 
To sanctify th’ Avenger’s sword. 
And the proud eagle spread again 
Its pinion to the sun; ; 
And the strong land shook off its chain— 
So was the triumph won ! 
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