Gertrude
.
ARISE
,
kind
Sun
!
with
brighter
rays
"
Illumine
all
the
grove
;
"
Tune
every
voice
to
grateful
praise
,
"
To
harmony
and
love
.
"
Give
to
the
pink
a
fresher
die
,
"
New
sweetness
to
the
rose
;
"
Let
jessamine
with
lilies
vie
,
"
And
rival
charms
oppose
.
"
The
gaudy
pink
shall
lose
its
pride
,
"
Compar'd
to
Henry's
cheek
;
"
The
lily
its
dull
whiteness
hide
,
"
A
browner
hue
to
take
.
"
But
not
the
charms
of
shape
or
face
"
Have
caus'd
a
transient
love
:
"
Such
passions
with
each
youthful
grace
"
Shall
suddenly
remove
.
"
'Tis
honour
binds
my
lasting
chain
,
"
'Tis
goodness
wins
my
heart
;
"
'Tis
pity
that
feels
mental
pain
"
From
every
sufferer's
smart
.
"
'Tis
Virtue's
self
,
to
gain
the
mind
,
"
My
Henry's
form
assumes
:
"
Virtue
,
with
beauty
there
combin'd
,
"
In
bright
perfection
blooms
.
"
To-day
the
indissoluble
knot
"
Shall
be
by
Hymen
tied
,
"
When
happy
Gertrude's
envied
lot
"
Shall
make
her
Henry's
bride
.
"
The
gentle
Gertrude
quick
arose
,
Her
busy
maids
attend
:
The
richest
robes
with
care
they
chose
,
The
richest
gems
commend
.
But
Gertrude
,
scorning
foreign
aid
,
Is
clad
in
simple
white
;
She
shuns
the
pomp
and
vain
parade
Which
vulgar
eyes
delight
.
Her
auburn
hair
falls
unconfin'd
But
by
a
myrtle
crown
;
Her
veil
flows
loosely
in
the
wind
,
And
low
her
robe
hangs
down
.
She
now
ascends
a
lofty
tower
,
To
see
if
Henry's
near
:
Far
as
the
eye
extends
its
power
,
She
seeks
for
Henry
there
.
No
Henry
glads
her
longing
eye
,
No
festive
throng
advance
;
No
maidens
flowerets
strew
hard
by
,
Or
lead
the
lively
dance
.
The
glowing
crimson
leaves
her
cheek
,
A
deadly
pale
succeeds
:
Her
Henry
still
resolv'd
to
seek
,
She
wanders
o'er
the
meads
.
She
sought
him
through
the
cypress
grove
,
She
sought
him
o'er
the
plain
;
Sad
by
the
crystal
stream
did
rove
,
The
woodland
search'd
in
vain
,
Whilst
anxious
thus
she
view'd
around
To
find
her
promis'd
lord
,
She
sees
him
breathless
on
the
ground
,
Pierc'd
by
his
rival's
sword
.
Around
his
neck
she
throws
her
arms
,
Her
lips
to
his
are
join'd
;
Sure
Gertrude's
lips
have
potent
charms
To
animate
the
mind
!
But
Henry's
frozen
heart
no
more
Can
transport
feel
or
pain
:
The
voice
that
gave
delight
before
,
Now
calls
the
youth
in
vain
.
Clos'd
are
those
eyes
that
beam'd
so
bright
,
His
rosy
bloom
is
fled
;
In
happier
climes
,
in
purer
light
,
He
joins
the
tranquil
dead
.
Distraction
seiz'd
the
wretched
maid
:
With
agony
opprest
,
Frantic
she
grasp'd
the
sanguine
blade
That
gor'd
her
Henry's
breast
.
The
fatal
sword
perform'd
too
well
,
It
pierc'd
her
tender
side
;
Without
a
sigh
fair
Gertrude
fell
,
And
by
her
Henry
died
.