Chapter 22 SECOND

The Virgin's image falls-yet some, I ween,

Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend,

As to a visible power, in which might blend

All that was mix'd, and reconciled in her,

Of mother's love, with maiden's purity,

Of high with low, celestial with terrene.

WORDSWORTH.

The household of the Lady Eveline, though of an establishme