But she was traind in Natures school;

A hawks keen sight ye cannot blind;

My sprightly neighbour! gone before

That flushd her spirit:

I shall it call: if twas 九九藏书网not pride,

It was a joy to that allied,

Ye could not Hester.

Which doth the human feeling cool;

She did inherit.

A sweet forewarning?

I know not by wha藏书网t name beside

With vain endeavour.

Shall we not meet, as heretofore,

A bliss that would not go away,

When from thy cheerful eyes a ray

And her together.

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Her parents held the Quaker rule,

Some summer morning;

A heart that stirs, is hard to bind;

A month or more hath she been dead,

To think upon the wormy bed

九-九-藏-书-网Yet cannot I by force be led

To that unknown and silent shore,

When maidens such as Hester die

Hath struck a bliss upon the day,

A rising step, did indicate

A springｗwｗ.99lｉｂ•ｎeｔy motion in her gait,

A waking eye, a prying mind;

Though ye among a thousand try

Their place ye may not well supply,

Of pride and joy no common rate,

Nature had blest her.