They lived in love, and dream’d of its delight.
Her duties Fanny knew, both great and small,
And she with diligence observed them all. 180
If e’er she fail’d a duty to fulfil,
’Twas childish error, not rebellious will;
For her much reading, though it touch’d her heart,
Could neither vice nor indolence impart.
Yet, when from William and her friends retired,
She found her reading had her mind inspired
With hopes and thoughts of high mysterious things,