|Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
EXALTED issue of our Shakespeare's dream,
Shine, Isabella, Star of cloistral roll -
The shadowed lot thy vows of life redeem
Is lit with radiance from a vestal beam -
An effluent lustre out thy virgin soul!
Clad with thy vesture of illumined clay
That Nature and Religion blent endow
To fire men's hearts, yet guilt-wrought heat allay,
With psychic charms too subtile for decay -
Before thy power their tyrant passions bow.
|THE FLAG ABOVE THE SCHOOL