The royal Edwards fanned in vain.
The lamp in Drogheda’s dimness dead35
Not Sidney’s touch revived again.
And nowhere towered the sovereign shrine,
The central altar’s temple wide,
Till Loftus waved a wand divine,
And here by Edar’s Firth it rose in radiant pride.40
I. 3.
In the Earth’s exultant hour,
When the age-long twilight, shifting,