The White King’s Chastened Soul

CHARLES I. AN OLD HARPER’S TALE. The tide of time hath swept the land, and the blight of blackened grain Lies withered, and ungarnered, that encumbered England’s plain; The sowers cast the seeds of death, and reaped with blood-stained sword, That day they sent the white king’s soul to meet their Judge and Lord. I knew him in his youth, my Lords! and loved his winsome ways, The scholars’ or the artists’ taste for quiet and restful days; I said ‘Tis well for England’s […]