~ Dedicated to Elysha, with thanks ~

My Eleanor, dear Eleanor, gentle and mild
The sweetest of all sisters since you were a child
A sophisticated lady for the whole world to see
But that fretful young girl is still open to me

Let no one mistake me you are strong in your way
Meekest of creatures you won't fight but you pray
An overbearing father you modestly endure
Loneliness also, without great hope of a cure

How well I remember when you lost that great race
And death greeted mama in his stony embrace
How I was effected, and father and Fred
Our loss was as nothing, the way your dear heart bled

Though artless and open you don't make many friends
Both frippery and guile your good judgement offends
You found in young Catherine a heart like your own
No envy, but joy that your brother has grown

And oh how it hurt you to be party to it
When father ordered Catherine the Abbey to quit
Dear Eleanor know this, I have made the first move
You will have a new sister of whom you approve

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