That the press'd daisy scarce declined her head.
[THE GRANDAME.]
On the green hill-top,
Hard by the house of prayer, a modest roof,
And not distinguish'd from its neighbor-barn,
Save by a slender-tapering length of spire,
The Grandame sleeps. A plain stone barely tells
The name and date to the chance passenger.
For lowly born was she, and long had eat,