And such o’er Mary held supremest sway,
When kindly labours task’d her hands all day.
Employ’d her hands, her thoughts roam’d far and free,
Till sense call’d down to calm reality.
A few short weeks, and then, unbound the chains
Which held her to another’s woes or pains,
Farewell to dusky streets and shrouded skies,
Her treasur’d home should bless her yearning eyes,
And fair as in the days of childish glee
Each grassy nook and wooded haunt should be.