In the vain record of Griselda's years

Is hardly yet a token, for her life

Showed little outward sign of change or strife,

Though she was changed and though perhaps at war.

Her face still shone untroubled as a star

In the world's firmament, and still she moved,

A creature to be wondered at and loved.

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Her zeal, her wit, her talents, her good sense

Were all unchanged, though each seemed more intense

And lit up with new passion and inspired

To active purpose, valiant and untired.

She faced the world, talked much and well, made friends,

Promoted divers schemes for divers ends,

Artistic, social, philanthropical:

She had a store of zeal for each and all.

She pensioned poets, nobly took in hand

An emigration plan to Newfoundland,

Which ended in disaster and a ball.

She visited St. George's hospital,

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