IV.

A sister by her side as graceful grew In opening Woman’s sweetness. Isabel Seemed as a rosebud gathering ere it blew All forms of Beauty that divinely fell From full-blown flower that on the spray so well Beside her bloomed. ’Neath Isidora’s pure Example as a mother’s she doth dwell. Her step was faëry light, her laugh would lure The coldest heart, her eye more dark with glances Moor.