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IX. MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.

Strong Land, by Wallace trod and Bruce: brave Land
That broke great Edward's ranks at Bannockburn:
Fair Land whose breast, upheaved in Faith's bright morn
Breathed forth, like sighs of joy, these fanes that stand
Even now on Stirling's rock, Iona's strand;
How long shall Justice point with sorrowing scorn
At that sole act which on thy brow time-worn
So long unblemished, stamped so dark a brand?
A Queen there was, struck down in beauty's prime,
Captive till death, religious, fearless, true:
The calumny that dogged her was a crime
Of edge more trenchant than the axe that slew.
False nobles wrecked her, and a Rival's hate—
Repent that wrong thy tears alone can expiate!
 

See Mr. Hosack's unanswered vindication of Mary.