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The Soldiers they clamour, the Priests bend in prayer

In the quiet retreats of the cell ;
The Physicians to counsel together repair,
They pause and they ponder, at last they declare

That his senses are bound by a spell.

With relics protected, and confident grown

And telling devoutly his beads, The Archbishop prepares him, and when it was known, That the King for awhile left the body alone,

To search for the spell he proceeds.

Now careful he searches with tremalous haste

For the spell that bewitches the King; And under the tongue for security placed, Its margin with mystical characters faced,

At length he discovers a ring.

Exulting he seiz'd it and hasten'd away,

The Monarch re-entered the room,
The enchantment was ended, and suddenly gay
He bade the attendants no longer delay

But bear her with speed to the tomb.

Now merriment, joyaunce and feasting again

Enlivened the palace of Aix,
And now by his heralds did King Charlemagne
Invite to his palace the courtier train

To hold a high festival day.

And anxiously now for the festival day

The highly-born Maidens prepare, And now all apparell'd in costly array, Exulting they come to the palace of Aix,

Young and aged, the brave, and the fair.

Oh ! happy the Damsel who 'mid her compeers

For a moment engaged the King's eye!
Now glowing with hopes and now fever'd with fears
Each maid or triumphant or jealous appears

As noticed by him or past by.

And now as the evening approach'd, to the ball

In anxious suspence they advance, Each hoped the King's choice on her beauties might fall, When lo ! to the utter confusion of all,

He asked the Archbishop to dance.

The damsels they laugh and the barons they stare,

'Twas mirth and astonishment all, And the Archbishop started and muttered a prayer, And, wrath at receiving such mockery there,

Withdrew him in haste from the hall.

The moon dimpled over the water with light

As he wander'd along the lake side, When lo! where beside him the King met his sight, « Oh turn thee Archbishop, my joy and delight,

“ Oh turn thee my charmer," he cried,

Oh come where the feast and the dance and the song

« Invite thee to mirth and to love ; « Or at this happy moment away from the throng “ To the shade of yon wood let us hasten along

“ The moon never pierces that grove."

Amazement and anger the prelate possest,

With terror his accents he heard,
Then Charlemagne warmly and eagerly prest
The Archbishop's old wither'd hand to his breast

And kiss'd his old grey grizzle beard.

~ Let us well then these fortunate moments employ!"

Cried the Monarch with passionate tone : “ Come away then dear charmer--my angel--my joy, Nay struggle not now -'tis in vain to be coy“ And remember that we are alone.”

“ Blessed Mary protect me!" the Archbishop cried;

“ What madness is come to the King !" In vain to escape from the Monarch he tried, When luckily he on his finger espied

The glitter of Agatha's ring.

Overjoyd, the old Prelate remembered the spell,

And far in the lake flung the ring ; The waters closed round it, and, wond'rous to telly Releas'd from the cursed enchantment of hell,

His reason returned to the King.

But he built him a palace there close by the bay,

And there did he 'stablish his reign; And the traveller who will, may behold at this day A monument now in the ruins at Aix

Of the spell that possess'd Charlemagne.

VERSES

Intended to have been addressed to his GRACE THE DUKE

OF PORTLAND, Chancellor of the University, &c. On his Installation, 1793.

In evil hour, and with unhallow'd voice
Profaning the pure gift of Poesy,
Did he begin to sing, he first who sung
Of arms, and combats, and the proud array
Of warriors on the embattled plain, and rais'd
The aspiring spirit to hopes of fair renown
By deeds of violence. For since that time
The imperious Victor, oft, unsatisfied
With bloody spoil and tyrannous conquest, dares-
To challenge fame and honour ; and too oft
The Poet bending low to lawless power
Hath paid unseemly reverence, yea, and brought
Streams, clearest of the Aonian fount, to wash
Blood-stain'd Ambition. If the stroke of War

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