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VII.
No fragment of a roof remains
To echo back their wassail strains;
But the long aisles, whose holy gloom
Still mourns and veils the martyr's tomb.
The broad grey tower, the turrets wide,
Scattered o'er tower and transept, guide
The distant traveller to their throne,
Where they high-seated watch alone,
And seem, with aspect sad, to tell,
That they of all their Abbey's power
Remain to point, where heroes fell,
And monarch met his evil hour,
And guileless, meek, and pious, bowed
To doubtful right's victorious crowd.
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