Well! no one, rich or poor, could pass her by
Without being charm’d with her impressive eye:
And whilst at church she rais’d her voice to God,
Was never seen to chatter, laugh, or nod:
And never fail’d to gather every word,
As it would fall upon her list’ning ear:—
Sometimes poor “Jenny” dropp’d a silent tear,
And some kind folks began to pity her—
Poor girl; for then her mother lay so ill,
It almost made the child, herself, unwell.