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 Her own thoughts loved she; and could bend A dear look to her lowly Friend,— There stopped ;—her thirst was satisfied With what this innocent spring supplied— Her sanction inwardly she bore, And stood apart from human cares: But to the world returned no more, Although with no unwilling mind Help did she give at need, and joined The Wharfdale Peasants in their prayers. At length, thus faintly, faintly tied To earth, she was set free, and died. Thy soul, exalted Emily, Maid of the blasted Family, Rose to the God from whom it came ! —In Rylstone Church her mortal frame Was buried by her Mother’s side.

Most glorious sunset!—and a ray Survives—the twilight of this day;