Link’d unto moments when the heart was stirr’d—
By the sweet mournfulness of many a hymn,
Sung when the woods at eve grew hush’d and dim—
By the persuasion of her fervent eye,
All eloquent with childlike piety—
By the still beauty of her life she strove
To win for heaven, and heaven-born truth, the love
Pour’d out on her so freely. Nor in vain
Was that soft-breathing influence to enchain
The soul in gentle bonds; by slow degrees