Not without fear, her heart begin to melt—
Joy came with terror at a state so new;
Glad of his truth; if he indeed were true!
This she decided as the heart decides,
Resolved to be the happiest of brides.
“Not great my fortune—hence,” said she, “’tis plain,
Me, and not mine, dear Youth! he hopes to gain;
Nor has he much; but, as he sweetly talks,
We from our cot shall have delightful walks, 130
Love, lord within it! I shall smile to see