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page 54 note * Of this prayer we have been favoured with the following paraphrase: O Henry, by that name so dear
We call thee, to our bymn give ear,
Prince, pride of British earth !
Thy realm did not on thee confer
Such glory, King, as thou on her,
Bright star of heavenly birth.
The sacred deeds that thou hast done
For thee a martyr's crown have won,
Through Christ's most tender love;
And, vanity and pride by prayer
Cast out, He through His loving care
Hath wafted thee above.
Pasts oft subdued the passions' reign ;
Strict silence to the heavenly strain
Ever attuned thy mind;
Impurity, the vice of Kings,
Abhorred by thee, forth spread its wings,
And its base rule resigned.
Thy goods to heavenly barns were sent ;
Thy heart, to heavenly precepts bent,
Thither before thee flew.
Such were thy deeds on earth that thou
By thy deserts enjoyest now
The beatific view.
There, shining as a star above,
Conspicuous signs of Jesus love
The nations all behold.
Sin's slave, with anguish deep opprest,
Through thee relieved, finds peace and rest,
Restored to the one fold.
And, martyr King! to thee we pray,
Wipe thou our crimson spots away;
Thine English sing thy praise.
Thy saintly prayers, O light supernal,
Lead us on to life eternal,
Into light's full blaze !
page 55 note * We print these words exactly as they stand in the original MS. The opinions of the best judges have been taken upon them without success as to their elucidation.
page 56 note * By the same hand.
Rapt hence, released from mortal pains,
With the elect King Henry reigns,
‘Mid joys that never end !
Here he obeyed his Lord's behest,
And now his miracles attest
That he ‘s Christ's chosen friend.
He dwella a saint in realms of light,
On earth who saintlike kept in sight
His native place on high.
Illustrious now among the blest,
By crown of chastity carest,
He reigns above the sky.
Through him the blind receive their sight,
The lame and crooked stand upright,
And wounded men gain rest.
The sick and feeble are restored ;
While into exile far abroad
He drives the fever's pest.
The deep afflictions on him laid,
He by his deeds of love repaid,
While here with ill he strove.
And since Christ's daily cross he chose,
Christ's spirit from him now o'erflows
In miracles of love.
A soldier in the rightful cause,
To all he brave and gen'rous was,
In good deeds never faint.
Joy, men of England, for the Lord
Hath you your martyr King restored,
A potent patron saint.
O thou of France and England King,
To us who supplicate thee bring
Relief from all our foes.
Defend the right, O thou our stay,
And when for deliverance we pray
Release us from our woes.
page 57 note * This prayer, the leonine verses which follow it, the second prayer, and the English lines, which all have reference to the merits and intercession of Henry VI., are taken from a MS. which appears formerly to have belonged to the Pudsey family, of Bolton and Barforth. It is a small 8vo. bound in red velvet, with corners, clasps, &c. and no doubt belongs to about the middle of the 15th century. We are indebted for a communication of its contents to Edward Charlton, Esq. M.D. Besides these prayers and verses, the MS. includes a variety of domestic entries of the births and deaths of the Pudsey family, from 1576 to 1736. Thomas Pudsey married Elizabeth, daughter of John Lord Scrope of Bolton, and the MS. records that “he died in York, prisoner for his conscience, a true confessor of the Catholic faith. He left this wretched world and went to God the 4th day of September, 1576.” There is no doubt that this family, like that of Trevelyan, had been zealous adherents of the Lancastrian party.