From whom she sprang, not one around her knew, Nor why she came, nor what she had in view, Labour she loved not, had no wealth in store, Pursued no calling, yet was never poor, A thousand gifts her various arts repaid, And bounteous fairies blest the thriving maid; For she had secret means of easy gains, And Cunning was her name among the swains.
SIR EUSTACE GREY. ‘Original MS.’ readings given as footnotes in Life and Poems (1834).
Instead of ll. 29-32:
The worthy doctor, and a friend. ’Tis more than kind to visit one Who has not now to spare or spend.
instead of l. 75:
Worms, doctor, worms, and so are we.
instead of ll. 100-7:
Madman! shall He who made this all, The parts that form the whole reject? Is aught with him so great or small, He cannot punish or protect? Man’s folly may his crimes neglect, And hope the eye of God to shun; But there’s of all the account correct— Not one omitted—no, not one.
instead of ll. 144-7:
Nay, frown not—chide not—but allow Pity to one so sorely tried: But I am calm—to fate I bow And all the storms of life abide.