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 She must behold!—so many gone, Where is the solitary One? And forth from Rylstone-hall stepped she,— To seek her Brother forth she went And tremblingly her course she bent Tow’rds Bolton’s ruined Priory. She comes, and in the Vale hath heard The Funeral dirge ;—she sees the Knot Of people, sees them in one spot— And darting like a wounded Bird She reached the grave, and with her breast Upon the ground received the rest,— The consummation, the whole ruth And sorrow of this final truth!

END OF CANTO SIXTH.