While hers remain’d too certain and severe.
Letters arrived, and Rupert fairly told
“His cares were many, and his hopes were cold:
The view more clouded, that was never fair,
And love alone preserved him from despair;”
In other letters brighter hopes he drew,
“His friends were kind, and he believed them true.”
When the sage widow Dinah’s grief descried,
She wonder’d much why one so happy sigh’d:
Then bade her see how her poor aunt sustain’d