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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Henry Alford 1810–71

Lady Mary

THOU wert fair, Lady Mary,

As the lily in the sun:

And fairer yet thou mightest be,

Thy youth was but begun:

Thine eye was soft and glancing,

Of the deep bright blue;

And on the heart thy gentle words

Fell lighter than the dew.

They found thee, Lady Mary,

With thy palms upon thy breast,

Even as thou hadst been praying,

At thine hour of rest:

The cold pale moon was shining

On thy cold pale cheek;

And the morn of the Nativity

Had just begun to break.

They carv’d thee, Lady Mary,

All of pure white stone,

With thy palms upon thy breast,

In the chancel all alone:

And I saw thee when the winter moon

Shone on thy marble cheek,

When the morn of the Nativity

Had just begun to break.

But thou kneelest, Lady Mary,

With thy palms upon thy breast,

Among the perfect spirits,

In the land of rest:

Thou art even as they took thee

At thine hour of prayer,

Save the glory that is on thee

From the sun that shineth there.

We shall see thee, Lady Mary,

On that shore unknown,

A pure and happy angel

In the presence of the throne;

We shall see thee when the light divine

Plays freshly on thy cheek,

And the resurrection morning

Hath just begun to break.