To whom unmeasured fields afford
Abundant harvests, pastures free:
For one short year they toil,
Then claim once more their liberty,
And yield to other hands the unexhausted soil.
“The tender-hearted stepdame there
Nurtures with all a mother’s care
The orphan babe: no wealthy bride
Insults her lord, or yields her heart
To the sleek suitor’s glozing art.