INSCRIPTION

FOR A

TRIUMPHAL ARCH.

HERE on the spot, where from remotest time,
The palace of her kings with gothic pride
In castellated grandeur rear'd its head;
Has grateful England rais'd with votive hand,
This monument triumphal, to record
The glory of her heroes, who have bled
And died, defending freedom's holy ark,
From the destroying rage of tyrants stern,

Led by Ambition in his ireful mood,

To waste the fair domains of Liberty.

Time o'er this trophied arch, which proudly bears

The names of freemen who for freedom fell, May throw the gloomy umbrage of his wings, And not a solitary stone remain,

To tell posterity what once it was!

For never was foundation laid so sure,

But time could sap and root it from its

place;

For never work of art sustain'd unhurt

The iron grasp of ruin, when the load

Of centuries oppress'd it to its fall:

But when Augusta is a solitude,

And England but a name, like Greece and

Rome,

A giant-shadow of departed years,

The names this trophied arch with pride

records,

Shall be remember'd still in ev'ry heart,

Where public virtue is rever'd, and where
The flame of patriotic ardour glows.

The rod of pow'r may many masters find,
Empires may wax and wane, thrones rise and

fall,

But such heroism shall ne'er want praise,

Till wrapt in devastating flame, this globe With all its pride and pomp, shall pass away, And time on nature's funeral pile expire.

The Grave of Hope:

AN ELEGY,

OCCASIONED

BY THE MELANCHOLY DEATH

OF

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS

THE

PRINCESS CHARLOTTE AUGUSTA

OF

SAXE-COBOURG.

"Mourn ye for her; let her be regarded
"As the most noble Corse, that ever Herald
"Did follow to an Urn.”—Shakespeare.