As still her task of needle-work she plied;
And, from the lashes of her azure eye,
Did often brush the starting tear aside;
For they at Spring the savage wilds must try,—
’Twas so decreed by ruthless bigotry.
VI.
Beside the good-man lay his Bible’s fair
Broad open page upon the accustomed stand,
And many a passage had he noted there,
Of Israel wandering o’er the desert’s sand,