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“Your noble Brother hath been spared,
To take his life they have not dared.
On him and on his high endeavour
The light of praise shall shine for ever!
Nor did he (such heaven's will) in vain
His solitary course maintain;
Not vainly struggled in the might
Of duty seeing with clear sight;
He was their comfort to the last,
Their joy till every pang was past.
“I witnessed when to York they came—
What, Lady, if their feet were tied !
They might deserve a good Man's blame;
But, marks of infamy and shame,
These were their triumph, these their pride.
“Lo Francis comes,” the people cried,
“A Prisoner once, but now set free!
“’Tis well, for he the worst defied
“For sake of natural Piety;
