Your correspondent on the subject of the lines said to have been
repeated by Mary Queen of Scots on the scaffold, furnishes a translation
of them in lieu of others, which he condemns; and his version has
provoked me to try my hand at one, in which I have studied rhythm more
than rhyme: the rhythm and the intensity of the ordinal.
"Great God, I have trusted
In peril on Thee!
Dear Jesus, Redeemer,
Deliver thou me!
In my prison-house groaning,
I long but for Thee;
Languishing, moaning,
Bow'd down on bent knee,
I adore Thee, implore Thee,
From my sins set me free."