How she endeavour’d—though ’twere vain to try—
To stay the tear now issuing from her eye;
How she attempted to describe her joy,
And seem’d in raptures with her darling boy!—
At length, as though empower’d by Him on high,
She doffs her tears and draws this imagery—
“There are,” she said, “some who make chary wives,
Are blest with families, and live their lives
In sweet contentment, happiness and love,
Whose guardian is the mighty One above;