BALLAD
,
FOUNDED
ON
FACT
.
ROUND
youthful
Henry's
restless
bed
His
weeping
friends
and
parents
pressed
;
But
she
who
raised
his
languid
head
He
loved
far
more
than
all
the
rest
.
Fond
mutual
love
their
bosoms
fired
;
And
nearly
dawned
their
bridal
day
,
When
every
hope
at
once
expired
,
For
Henry
on
his
death-bed
lay
.
The
fatal
truth
the
sufferer
read
In
weeping
Lucy's
downcast
eye
:
"
And
must
I
,
must
I
,
then
,
"
he
said
,
"
Ere
thou
art
mine
,
my
Lucy
,
die
!
"
No
,
...
deign
to
grant
my
last
,
last
prayer
;
'T
would
soothe
thy
lover's
parting
breath
,
Wouldst
thou
with
me
to
church
repair
,
Ere
yet
I
feel
the
stroke
of
death
.
"
For
trust
me
,
love
,
I
shall
my
life
With
something
like
to
joy
resign
,
If
I
but
once
may
call
thee
wife
,
And
,
dying
,
claim
and
hail
thee
mine
.
"
He
ceased
:
and
Lucy
checked
the
thought
That
he
might
at
the
altar
die
,
....
The
prayer
with
such
true
love
was
fraught
,
How
could
she
such
a
prayer
deny
?
They
reached
the
church
....
her
cheek
was
wan
With
chilling
fears
of
coming
woe
....
But
triumph
when
the
rites
began
Lent
Henry's
cheek
a
flattering
glow
.
The
nuptial
knot
was
scarcely
tied
,
When
Henry's
eye
strange
lustre
fired
,
"
She's
mine
!
she's
mine
!
"
he
faltering
cried
,
And
in
that
throb
of
joy
expired
.