To my true king I offered free from stain br Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain. br For him, I threw lands, honours, wealth, away. br And one dear hope, that was more prized than they. br For him I languished in a foreign clime, br Grey-haired with sorrow in my manhood's prime; br Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees, br And pined by Arno for my lovelier Tees; br Beheld each night my home in fevered sleep, br Each morning started from the dream to weep; br Till God who saw me tried too sorely, gave br The resting place I asked, an early grave. br Oh thou, whom chance leads to this nameless stone, br From that proud country which was once mine own, br By those white cliffs I never more must see, br By that dear language which I spake like thee, br Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear br O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.