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How like a soul on her chaste way to heavenThe moon is climbing up yon azure hill!
Clouds by rude gusts athwart her path are driven,
Then pass away, and leave her spotless still:
Thus o'er the good pass clouds of worldly ill!
Soft, serious Emma! like that moon wert Thou!
Lovely in youth and goodness as thou wert;
Religion's lambent light was on thy brow,
And on thy cheek, and in thy gentle heart,
Shedding mild lustre on thy heavenward way,
Spite of those earthly clouds that cross'd its ray.
Virtue in thee refined upon her part,
And seem'd to buoy thee upward, free from taint:
Serene Enthusiast! meekly soaring saint!
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