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lady isabel

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And the sound that hails thy morning light
Be—"Bless thee Lady Isabel!"

And, Lady, when thy farewel sigh
Has sadden'd a world that loves thee well,—
Then, Seraphs shall sing thee to their sky
With—"Bless thee Sister Isabel!"