Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Ellen, the while, a cloister'd Nun,Ne'er look'd upon the cheerful sun:
At dawn, at night, her first, last breath,
“Oh hide me in the gloom of death!”
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Her hour of death, his natal morn.
Sad Ellen, with life's latest pray'r,
The Mother's yearnings linger'd there,
To Pedro's Bride her babe bequeath'd;
And calling on Maria mild,
To shield from wrong her helpless child,
A blessing o'er the Orphan breath'd;
Then kist him with a mother's kiss,
Pray'd on his lip, and died in bliss.—
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