To draw her master’s to her lady’s will;
For they were like the magnet and the steel,
At times so distant that they could not feel.
Then would she gently move them, till she saw
That to each other they began to draw;
And then would leave them, sure on her return
In Harriet’s joy her conquest to discern.
She was a mother now, and grieved to find
The nursery window caught the eastern wind;
What could she do, with fears like these oppress’d? 130