As Jane beheld him, yet she knew not how
Or why he lov’d her so: (but as she grew
She heard his voice in every breeze that blew.)
And now he kiss’d her cheek, and wept a tear
To think the hour of parting drew so near:
He thought (no doubt) at home there’d be no rest—
That dearest Jane would never be their guest;
But still he thought—when many years are flown,
And I am lord and master of my own,
(Good Heaven willing it) my Jane shall then