LXVI.

And there—oh! sweet and sacred be the name!—

Julia—the daughter—the devoted—gave

Her youth to Heaven; her heart, beneath a claim

Nearest to Heaven's, broke o'er a father's grave.

Justice is sworn 'gainst tears, and hers would crave

The life she lived in—but the Judge was just—

And then she died on him she could not save.[iz]

Their tomb was simple, and without a bust,[ja]

And held within their urn one mind—one heart—one dust. [15.B.]

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