And soothing words to younger minds applied’.
“Be still, be patient;” oft she strove to stay;
But fail’d as oft, and weeping turn’d away.
Curious and sad, upon the fresh-dug hill
The village lads stood melancholy still;
And idle children, wandering to and fro.
As Nature guided, took the tone of woe.
Arrived at home, how then they gazed around
On every place - where she no more was found; -
The seat at table she was wont to fill;