They might have ruled and rectified her will;
But they perceived not the bewilder’d mind,
And show’d her paths that she could never find.
The weakness that was Nature’s, they reproved,
And all its comforts from the Heart removed. 110
“Ev’n in this state, she loved the winds that sweep
O’er the wild heath, and curl the restless deep;
A turf-built hut beneath a hill she chose,
And oft at night in winter storms arose,
Hearing, or dreaming, the distracted cry