Chapter 1776 of 1964 · 68 words · ~1 min read

XLVI.

She was a Catholic, too, sincere, austere, As far as her own gentle heart allowed, And deemed that fallen worship far more dear Perhaps because 't was fallen: her Sires were proud Of deeds and days when they had filled the ear Of nations, and had never bent or bowed To novel power; and as she was the last, She held their old faith and old feelings fast.