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SONNET IN MEMORY OF ELEANORA BROWN.
Gone! noble spirit, from our mortal view,
The still form shaded by the sombre yew
In Mary's Bower, a spot remote from din,
Save when in flood the shrill gush of the linn
From wailing waves is wafted o'er her tomb,
Retiring soft round her parental home,
Where trained with pious care to womanhood,
Henceforth her motto, Ever doing good;
Gentle with youth, and comforting the old,
In faith and hope to gain the promised Fold.
Alas! the link has snapped in Friendship's chain.
Kind Ora's call we'll sigh for now in vain,
Amid her native flora laid to rest,
The modest speedwell a remembrance on her breast.
A. Farquharson.
Lanely Bield.
