25 MARCH 1876, Page 15

THE LATEST GRAVE OF THE ABBEY.

Wrrrizx her well-loved Abbey's utmost corner, Ensculptured and secluded, low she lies, Whose head at highest bent to every mourner, Whose eyes to all sad eyes.

This niche is lovely with the people's sorrow, Her grave is blossoming with all loves to-day ; Princes and toilers were at one to borrow Earth's flowers for earth's clay ; Also, Christ's lambs, whom she forbade not, bringing Their cross of white, and scholars of the school, And they that tend the sick, and they whose singing Fills the great church heart-full.

Violets and ivy, lily and rose together, In cross and chaplet, laid together down, Make fair the place, and Arctic mosses feather,— The faithful servant's crown.

March 18.