These twining jess’mines, what delicious gloom
And soothing fragrance yield they to the room!
What lovely garden! there you oft retire,
And tales of woe and tenderness admire.
In that neat case your books, in order placed,
Soothe the full soul, and charm the cultur’d taste;
And thus, while all about you wears a charm,
How must you scorn the Farmer and the Farm!”
The Widow smiled, and “Know you not,” said she,
“How much these farmers scorn or pity me;