Ii

Ah, then, Belovèd! pleasing was the smart, And the tear precious in compassion shed For Her, who, pierced by sorrow's thrilling dart, Did meekly bear the pang unmerited; Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart The milk-white Lamb which in a line she led,--[C] And faithful, loyal in her innocence, Like the brave Lion slain in her defence.