POETRY. 923 



VII. 



Here was not mingled in the city's pomp 

 Of life's extremes the grandeur and the gloom ; 

 Judgment awoke not here her dismal tromp, 

 Nor seal'd in blood a fellow-creature's doom, 

 Nor rnourn'd the captive in a living tomb. 

 One venerable man, beloved of all, 

 Sufficed where innocence was yet in bloom. 

 To sway the strife, that seldom might befall, 

 And Albert was their judge in patriarchal hall. 



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