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 Yea like a Ship at random blown To distant places and unknown. But now she dares to seek a haven Among her native wilds of Craven; Hath seen again her Father’s Roof, And put her fortitude to proof; The mighty sorrow has been borne, And she is thoroughly forlorn: Her soul doth in itself stand fast, Sustained by memory of the past And strength of Reason; held above. The infirmities of mortal love; Undaunted, lofty, calm, and stable, And awfully impenetrable.

And so—beneath a mouldered tree, A self-surviving leafless Oak, By unregarded age from stroke Of ravage saved—sate Emily.