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Her own thoughts loved she; and could bend
A dear look to her lowly Friend,—
There stopped ;—her thirst was satisfied
With what this innocent spring supplied—
Her sanction inwardly she bore,
And stood apart from human cares:
But to the world returned no more,
Although with no unwilling mind
Help did she give at need, and joined
The Wharfdale Peasants in their prayers.
At length, thus faintly, faintly tied
To earth, she was set free, and died.
Thy soul, exalted Emily,
Maid of the blasted Family,
Rose to the God from whom it came !
—In Rylstone Church her mortal frame
Was buried by her Mother’s side.
Most glorious sunset!—and a ray
Survives—the twilight of this day;
