Sarah Lawrence wrote many books about her travels. She also published a book of poems one of which is quite relevant to our story.

LINES FROM WOOLTON HILL
by Sarah Lawrence

'Twas earliest Spring, the scene
in wide magnificence lay stretched
before me
Hamlets and spires and scattered villages
and stately villas made a goodly show
Skirting the horizon's edge, the distant hill
rose in glad beauty; at whose foot, the River
now to be traced by the light mist alone
That marks its progress, left the fancy free
To work its fairy wonders. O'er my head
The clear blue sky was cloudless towards whose
vault the skylark, tuning glad its earliest notes
Mounted on soaring wing a thrill joy
Speaking of days departed, touched my soul
The lovely scene now glowed with fairer light
The light of young imagination kindle
By Memory's tender touch a day long past
a dear and happy day, when life was new
Again was present all the balmy air was
redolent of youth and careless joy.
The vision faded but its glad remembrance
Is cherished still, not solely as the means
I fain would hope, of kindling up again
The spark of joy extinct, its power is hallowed
For ever, with these gleams of past existence
Within the immortal soul, are closely linked
Hopes of Futurity, who sacred beams
Pierce and dispel the brooding mists of Earth
And light it on to its high destiny.

She wrote the history of the Lawrence family entitled
The Descendants of PHILIP HENRY, M.A., Incumbent of Worthenbury, in the County of Flint who was ejected therefrom by the Act of Parliament 1662.

She was a descendant in the 5th degree.

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