THE GREY CROSS.
A grey Cross stands beneath yon old beech tree;
It marks a soldier's and a maiden's grave:
Around it is a grove of orange-trees,
With silver blossoms and with golden fruit.
It was a Spaniard, whom he saved from death,
Raised that Cross o'er the gallant Englishman.
He left home a young soldier, full of hope
And enterprise;—he fell in his first field!
There came a lovely pilgrim to his tomb,
The blue-eyed girl, his own betrothed bride,—
