Chapter 160 No.160

Once walking thus, at evening tide,

It chanced a gliding sail she spied,

And, sighing, thought-"The Abbess, there,

Perchance, does to her home repair;

Her peaceful rule, where Duty, free,

Walks hand in hand with Charity;

Where oft Devotion's trancèd glow

Can such a glimpse of heaven bestow,

That the enraptured sisters see