Both joy and duty in the act combined;)
But view me rightly, you will see no more
Than a poor female, willing to be poor;
Happy indeed, but not in books nor flowers,
Not in fair dreams, indulged in earlier hours,
Of never-tasted joys; - such visions shun,
My youthful friend, nor scorn the Farmer’s Son.”
“Nay,” said the Damsel, nothing pleased to see
A friend’s advice could like a Father’s be,
“Bless’d in your cottage, you must surely smile