Her ways were gentle while a babe,
  With calm and tranquil eye,
That turned instinctively to seek
  The blueness of the sky.
A holy smile was on her lip
  Whenever sleep was there;
She slept, as sleeps the blossom, hushed
  Amid the silent air.

And ere she left with tottling steps
  The low-roofed cottage door,
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