And hear the wonted Tales of village woe.
She saw their bounteous Hand the bliss impart,
And they the Gladness of her feeling Heart;
Yet Prudence here the various Tale explain’d,
The Signs of Grief sincere and Sorrow feign’d.
Yet here they own’d how much our rules deceive, 860
And, e’en when wrong, ’tis Kindness to believe.
By Preachers guided, by her Parents train’d
The favour’d Beauty Grace and Knowledge gain’d;
A happy Temper and a Soul sincere,