“’Tis very strange,—perhaps she may be tried.”
The lady past her time in taking air,
In working, reading, charities, and prayer;
In the last duties she received the aid
Of an old friend, a priest, with whom she pray’d;
And to his mansion with a purpose went, 120
That there should life be innocently spent;
Yet no cold vot’ress of the cloister she:
Warm her devotion, warm her charity;
The face the index of a feeling mind,