’Tis hard to say what fears and troubles rose
In Susan’s breast, each other to oppose!
Absent the Father, Lover, Friend, she fear’d
For each in turn, and all were more endear’d;
And much she griev’d, that Men she lov’d so well
Could not in Comfort with each other dwell.
Poor Susan then forth hurried, with a Dread
Of Unknown Evil pending o’er her Head! 120
’Twas in a luckless Hour, when Joseph’s Mind
Was full of Care, he anything but kind;