Was she not gifted? Ye who knew her, say!
The love ye bore her speaks your answer well.
Your falling tears did more than words convey,
When it was told you she had pass’d away—
She, who had won the warm enduring love
Alike of old and young, of grave and gay!
Ye speak of her as one who dwells above;
I want no other words your high regard to prove.
XIV.
Some would have thought her cheek a shade too pale,