Classic Poem

R OUEN ! I walked among thy narrow streets
With adoration dumb and pious awe;
Thy palaces and holy piles I saw
Pond'ring as he who in old picture meets
With venerable faces—men whose story
Is blended with their country's. Much I mused,
And grieved that War and Rapine had abused
Humanity, and made even scenes of glory
Sicken the mind. I thought of her who here
Stood at the stake; henceforth where'er I stray'd,
(Such the heart's sympathy, though many a year
Had since elapsed) whether in field, or shade,
Or where their time-worn fronts old altars rear,
My thoughts were ever with thee, Gallant Maid!