DEPARTURE OF MRS. HANNAH MORE. 131
Yes, those who at her table fed Despise the giver of their daily bread, And from ingratitude and hate The wounded patron fled.
Think not the pang was slight That thus within her uncomplaining breast
She cover'd from the light: Tho' knowledge o'er her mind had pour'd
The full, imperishable hoard, Tho' virtue, such as dwells among the blest, Came nightly, on reflection's wing, to sooth her soul to rest, Tho' Fame to farthest earth her name had borne, These brought no shield against the envious thorn :
Deem not the envenom 'd dart Invulnerable found her thrilling woman's heart.
Man's home is everywhere. On ocean's flood, Where the strong ship with storm-defying tether Doth link in stormy brotherhood Earth's utmost zones together, Where'er the red gold glows, the spice-trees wave, Where the rich diamond ripens, 'mid the flame Of vertic suns that ope the stranger's grave,
He, with bronz'd cheek and daring step doth rove ;
He with short pang and slight Doth turn him from the chequer 'd light Of the fair moon thro' his own forests dancing, K 2
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