Jane clasp’d her father’s hand, and bade him say
What were the fortunes of the current day.
He kiss’d her cheek and smilingly replied
(Although emotion, for awhile, denied
His pregnant tongue)—“’Tis well, dear Jane, ’tis well!
Much sympathy prevails at Ruttendell,
For this sad loss; but great shall be the praise
To Him above, who hath prolong’d my days;
For at one moment in that dreadful hour
My pulse forsook its regulated pow’r,