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Rh Mild o'er her grave, ye mountains, shine!

Gently by his, ye waters, glide!

To that in you which is divine

They were allied.

HAWORTH CHURCHYARD.

, under Loughrigg, the stream

Of Rotha sparkles through fields

Vested forever with green,

Four years since, in the house

Of a gentle spirit now dead,

Wordsworth's son-in-law, friend,—

I saw the meeting of two

Gifted women.23 The one,

Brilliant with recent renown,

Young, unpractised, had told

With a master's accent her feigned

Story of passionate life;

The other, maturer in fame,

Earning, she too, her praise

First in fiction, had since

Widened her sweep, and surveyed

History, politics, mind.

The two held converse; they wrote

In a book which of world-famous souls

Kept the memorial: bard,

Warrior, statesman, had signed

Their names: chief glory of all,

Scott had bestowed there his last