A fond, fair girl became his folly’s sport—
A cottage lass, who “knew the youth would prove
For ever true, and give her love for love;
Sure when he could, and that would soon be known,
He would be proud to show her as his own.”
But still she felt the village damsels’ sneer,
And her sad soul was fill’d with secret fear;
His love excepted, earth was all a void,
And he, the excepted man, her peace destroy’d. 70
When the poor Jane was buried, we could hear