EXECUTION OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.
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'Tis done—and Mary's soul has flown
Beyond this scene of blood and death;
'Tis done—the lovely saint has gone
To claim in heaven a thornless wreath.
Beyond this scene of blood and death;
'Tis done—the lovely saint has gone
To claim in heaven a thornless wreath.
But as Elijah, when his car
Wheeled on towards heaven its path of light,
Dropped on his friend, he left afar,
His mantle, like a meteor bright;
Wheeled on towards heaven its path of light,
Dropped on his friend, he left afar,
His mantle, like a meteor bright;
So Mary, when her spirit flew
Far from this world, so sad, so weary,
A crown of fame immortal threw
Around the brow of Carberry.
Far from this world, so sad, so weary,
A crown of fame immortal threw
Around the brow of Carberry.
