Chapter 14 No.14

To thee, dear maid, each kindly wile

Was known, that elder sisters know,

To check the unseasonable smile,

With warning hand and serious brow.

From dream to dream with her to rove,

Like fairy nurse with hermit child;

Teach her to think, to pray, to love,

Make grief less bitter, joy less wild.

LINES ON A MONUMENT AT LICHFIELD.