There are who in these forms delight;
Whose milky features please them more,
Than ours of jet thus burnished bright;
Of such may be his weeping wife,
Such children for their sire may call,
And if we spare his ebbing life,
Our kindness may preserve them all.”
Thus her compassion Woman shows:
Beneath the line her acts are these;
Nor the wide waste of Lapland-snows