LADY JANE GREY'S PRISON WINDOW.
Up, up this dizzy stair, for here she went
To her dark prison-room, the sweetly fair,
Around whose cradle wealth and power had bent,
And classic learning strewed its garlands rare:
The guiltless martyr for a father's fault,
That strong ambition which o'erleaped the truth,
And placed her shrinking on another's throne,
To whelm in hapless woe her blooming youth.
Here, on this grated window let me lean,
From whence she gazed upon that fearful sight,
The life-blood of her bosom's dearest lord;
Her pale lip shuddering, yet her pure eye bright
With faith the same sharp path to tread, and meet
The idol of her love at their Redeemer's feet.
Tuesday, Oct. 20, 1840.
The objects of interest comprised within the precincts of the Tower are almost without number.
