For she had learnt to love Him: then again
Jane read the letter in more hopeful strain,
And grew more reconciled unto her fate:
Some of her childhood scenes she’d ’numerate;—
To Jane’s sweet memory would oft recur
The fun and frolic at the village fair,—
Held once a year,—and whither she would go
To hear the bumpkin band, and see the “show:”
This was a happy period of her life:
Her mother liv’d, and was a loving wife