Charm’d with the scene a monarch stood,
Call’d these fair plains the richest gem,
That deck’d his triple diadem,
Awhile the cares of state forgot,
And with it’s name adorn’d the spot.
Down yon meridian fields afar
When Mercia led her chiefs to war,
Fell in one hour three monarchs brave,
And Lichfield’s bower protects their grave.[[13]]
Her stately spires amidst the skies