Nothing could portray Risiart Ddu and Emily, in life and death, better than these four lines:—
They grew in beauty, side by side,
They filled one home with glee—
Their graves are severed far and wide
By mount and stream and sea.
—Mrs. Hemans.
And the following ten lines are particularly true of Emily—
"Thank God He sometimes lets a soul
Become so free from sin's control,
So purged from earthly stain and dross,
Recovered so from Eden's loss
That like cathedral windows dight
Down through it shines a heavenly light."
The element of beauty which in thee
Was a prevailing spirit, pure and high,
And from all guile had made thy being free,
Now seems to whisper thou canst never die.
—Henry Theodore Tuckerman.
So live that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death.
They go not like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust; approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.
—William Cullen Bryant.
