XLVIII.

High in high circles, gentle in her own,

She was the mild reprover of the young,

Whenever—which means every day—they'd shown

An awkward inclination to go wrong.

The quantity of good she did 's unknown,

Or at the least would lengthen out my song:

In brief, the little orphan of the East

Had raised an interest in her,—which increased.

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