verse the thoughts and feelings of which their life was the expression: Two friends within one grave we place, United in our tears, Sisters, scarce parted for the space And she, whose bier is borne to-day Bears with her thoughts that force their way Thoughts of the varied human life Of these dear women rests serene Within one undisturbed abode Their presence seems to dwell, From which continual pleasures flowed, Not unbecoming this our age Of decorative forms, Yet simple as the hermitage Exposed to Nature's storms. Our English grandeur on the shelf Within that modest room; Where none were sad and few were dull, And each one said his best, And beauty was most beautiful With vanity at rest. Brightly the day's discourse rolled on, And worthies now no more. And little tales of long ago, Took meaning from those lips, Wise chroniclers of joy and woe, And eyes without eclipse. No taunt or scoff obscured the wit They never would have laughed at it There needless scandal, e'en though true, And even men-of-fashion grew Benignant for awhile. Not that there lacked the nervous scorn At every public wrong, Not that a friend was left forlorn When victim of the strong; Free words expressing generous blood For deep an earnest womanhood As generations onward came, They loved from all to win Revival of the sacred flame That glowed their hearts within • While others in time's greedy mesh The faded garlands flung, Their hearts went out and gathered fresh Affections from the young. Farewell, dear Ladies! in your loss We feel the past recede, The gap, our hands could almost cross, Is now a gulf indeed. Ye, and the days in which your claims Farewell! the pleasant social page Long life without a stain; Delightful as the winter sun That gilds this open grave. |