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 ’Tis well that she hath heard the tale,— Received the bitterness of woe: Dead are they, they were doomed to die; The Sons and Father all are dead, All dead save One; and Emily No more shall seek this Watch-tower high, To look far forth with anxious eye,— She is relieved from hope and dread, Though suffering in extremity.

For she had hoped, had hoped and feared, Such rights did feeble nature claim; And oft her steps had hither steered, Though not unconscious of self-blame; For she her Brother’s charge revered, His farewell words; and by the same, Yea by her Brother’s very name, Had, in her solitude, been cheared.