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Spot where the sick recover, and the well
Delighted roam, I bear thee on my heart,
With all thy portraiture of cliff and shade,
And the wild-footed Avon rushing in,
With Ocean's kingly message.
                                           Here we stand,
To take our last farewell of England's shore,
And mid the graceful domes that smile serene
Through their embowering shades, recognise one,
Where she, who gave to Barley Wood its fame,
Breathed her last breath. 'T is meet that she should be
Remembered by that sex, whom long she strove
In their own sheltered sphere to elevate,
And rouse to higher aims than Fashion gives.
Methinks I see her in yon parlor-nook,
In arm-chair seated, calm in reverend age,
While that benevolence, which prompted toils
For high and low, precepts for royal ears,
And horn-book teachings for the cottage child