Confin'd, to solitude a lonely prey,
In dreary cells the saint-like sufferer lay,
By ardent prayer and deep reflection strove
From her warm heart to shake the ties of love,
(Which to the earth her sweet affections bind,)
And raise in hope tow'rds Heav'n her pious mind
Yet her young breast oft pants with inward fears,
While love and nature force impassion'd tears.