THE ENGLISH MARTYRS.
A SCENE OF THE DAYS OF QUEEN MARY.
Thy face
Is all at once spread over with a calm
More beautiful than sleep, or mirth, or joy!
I am no more disconsolate.
Wilson.
Scene in a Prison.
Edith alone.
Edith. Morn once again! Morn in the lone dim cell,
The cavern of the prisoner's fever dream,
And morn on all the green rejoicing hills,
And the bright waters round the prisoner's home,
