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 Nor are ye lonely left. One daughter still, Fair Ella, youngest of the household band, Like some bright minister of heavenly love, Each morning greets you, fresh herself as morn, And watches, all the day, if she may read, In look, or motion, even your rising wish! Or with some sweet surprise may light a smile On your calm reverend brows, perchance provoke To merry laughter, never hard the task. A kind good-night she says when silent hours Call you to tranquil sleep. Good-morrow sweet She bids you with each dawn. For you she lives; Herself forgets; forgets the brilliant halls Where Fashion holds her court, ever best pleased With acts of filial duty done, she seems. Nor till her eyes shall see you pass the gates Of life eternal, shall aught else divide Her constant heart, whose every beating pulse Tells that for you her very life-blood flows! O faithful love! that, self-devoted, deems