THE CAPTIVE QUEEN.
"I was the Queen o' bonnie France,
"Where happy I hae been;
Fu' lightly rose I in the morn,
As blithe lay down at e'en:
And I'm the Sovereign of Scotland,
And mony a traitor there,
Yet here I lie, in foreign hands,
And never-ending care."—Burns
"Where happy I hae been;
Fu' lightly rose I in the morn,
As blithe lay down at e'en:
And I'm the Sovereign of Scotland,
And mony a traitor there,
Yet here I lie, in foreign hands,
And never-ending care."—Burns
She sat alone—yes, all alone—within that gloomy tower,
For she, though young and beautiful, had felt oppression's power;
She had each lovely attribute that ladies ever prize,
The sylph-like form, the fairy step, the bright and starry eyes.
For she, though young and beautiful, had felt oppression's power;
She had each lovely attribute that ladies ever prize,
The sylph-like form, the fairy step, the bright and starry eyes.
And ne'er a loftier intellect had fallen to woman's lot;
A fame, that malice tried in vain on which to fix a blot.
The sun threw out its gorgeous rays o'er mount, and vale, and hill.
And seemed the very earth and air with joyousness to fill.
A fame, that malice tried in vain on which to fix a blot.
The sun threw out its gorgeous rays o'er mount, and vale, and hill.
And seemed the very earth and air with joyousness to fill.
