Loud rang the old-hall bell, announcing plain—
Some gentle-folk, an entrance sought to gain:
At once Lord Mountjoy, (smiles upon his face,)
Sped forth to greet them; with admiring grace,
And noble bearing, Arnold usher’d in
The wedding guests unto his own dear queen.
Jane had been seated, but she now was ris’n,
And look’d an angel just escaped from heav’n:
Her dark brown tresses form’d her diadem;
Her eyes surpass’d in radiancy, the gem