Follow each other to their hiding-place 20
In time’s abyss, are privileged to endure
Beautiful in yourselves, and richly graced
With like command of beauty—grant your aid
For Mary’s humble, Sarah’s silent, claim,
That their pure joy in nature may survive 25
From age to age in blended memory.
[284] 1845.
Winds our sequestered vale, two rocks ascend
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