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SONNET. THE SAME.
Then spake she out right boldly in his face,Casaubon thrilling as he stood and heard
Each lofty sentiment, each noble word.
She said, “Such abjuration were disgrace,
Nothing would tempt her do a thing so base,
Christ she would follow, and take up His cross,
No matter at what sacrifice and loss.
Her father might be poor, God would provide,
Beyond the reach of want His servant place.
Could she not work, and by her labour live?”
Would not her toil all that she needed give?
And God made good her trust. In His great love
He took her early to Himself above;
And in the bloom of youth Philippa died.
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