All unalloy’d. Much in her artless grace,
And in her soul-subduing gentleness,
Did she resemble her who was in Heaven—
Our sainted sister; and her sweet fair face,
So like to hers, seem’d a dear token given
To comfort all our hearts, so deeply sorrow-riven.
XXXI.
He led her to the altar, where their hands,
Those willing hands, by one who lately died[14]
Were join’d with Hymen’s life-enduring bands;