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Holyrood Palace.
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(“O palais, sois benie.”)

Palace and ruin, bless thee evermore!
Grateful we bow thy gloomy tow’rs before;
For the old King of France[1] hath found in thee
That melancholy hospitality
Which in their royal fortune’s evil day,
Stuarts and Bourbons to each other pay.

Translated by Fraser’s Magazine.

[Footnote 1: King Charles X.]