Lucy was present when her sister died,
Heiress to duties that she ill supplied:
There were no mutual feelings, sister arts,
No kindred taste, nor intercourse of hearts:
When in the mirror play’d the matron’s smile,
The maiden’s thoughts were traveling all the while;
And when desired to speak, she sigh’d to find
Her pause offended; “Envy made her blind:
Tasteless she was, nor had a claim in life
Above the station of a rector’s wife;