Bid thee be neither bashful nor afraid,
When Mrs. Jane thy burning blush had raised,
Because thy modesty and sense she praised—
Could’st thou have seen that in that place a room
Should be thine own, thy house, thy hall, thy home;
With leave to wander as thou would’st, to read
Just as thy fancy was disposed to feed,
To live with those who were so far above
Thy reach, it seem’d to thee a crime to love,
Or even admire, them!—Little didst thou know