That passed unheeded, thy sad tone;
Alas! that life so frail should be
By moulded brass and iron outdone.
Beneath thy chimes passed pomp of pride,
Here many a royal love hath come,
Whose beauties long since faded—died,
Whose dulcet voice is long since dumb.
Thou rang’st the royal infant’s birth,
Thou tolled’st above the royal bier:
Kings, potentates have sunk to earth—