“A SPRINGY MOTION in her gait,
A rising step, did indicate
Of pride and joy no common rate
That flush’d her spirit:
I know not by what name beside
I shall it call: if ’twas not pride,
It was a joy to that allied
She did inherit.
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She was trained in Nature’s school,
Nature had blest her.
A waking eye, a prying mind,
A heart that stirs, is hard to bind:
A hawk’s keen sight ye cannot blind,
Ye could not Hester.”
Charles Lamb.