Page:Felicia Hemans in Friendship's Offering 1827.pdf/4



Oh! many a soft and quiet grace Hath faded from her soul and face; And many a thought, the fitting guest Of woman's meek, religious breast, Hath perish'd, in her wanderings wide, Through the deep forests, by thy side.

Yet, mournfully surviving all, A flower upon a ruin's wall, A friendless thing, whose lot is cast, Of lovely ones to be the last; Sad, but unchanged, through good and ill, Thine is her lone devotion still.

And, oh! not wholly lost the heart, Where that undying love hath part; Not worthless all, though far and long From home estranged, and guided wrong: Yet, may its depths by Heaven be stirr'd, Its prayer for thee be pour'd and heard.