A full-fed girl she was, with ruddy cheek, 110
And features coarse, that grosser feelings speak,
To whom another miss, with passions strong,
And slender fist, had done some baby-wrong.
On Lucy’s gentle mind had Barlow wrought
To teach this child, whom she had labouring taught
With unpaid love—this unproductive brain
Would little comprehend, and less retain.
A farmer’s daughter, with redundant health,
And double Lucy’s weight and Lucy’s wealth,