Had left the vigorous stem without decay;
Like those tall elms, in Farmer Frankford's ground,
They'll grow no more—but all their growth is sound;
By time confirm'd and rooted in the land,
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The storms they've stood, still promise they shall stand.
These are the happier pairs: their life has rest,
Their hopes are strong, their humble portion bless'd;
While those, more rash, to hasty marriage led,
Lament th' impatience which now stints their bread.