Yes, she was bright and beautiful—unfortunate and fair;
The captive of a tyrant Queen, the victim of despair;
What youthful heart from folly's free? what star hath not its spots?
The virtues veil the faults we see in Mary Queen of Scots.
Away! away!—the breezes swell—the surging waters foam!
"Farewell! beloved France; farewell, my country, and my home!
"I'll never, never see thee more, tho' dear to all my thots:" [ [4]
Thus sobb'd, as sunk the fading shore, poor Mary Queen of Scots. [ [5]
We cannot pass over the little gem entitled