“At length ’twas friendship - and my Friend and I
Said we were happy, and began to sigh;
My sisters first, and then my father, found
That we were wandering o’er enchanted ground:
But he had troubles in his own aifairs,
And would not bear addition to his cares:
With pity moved, yet angry, ‘Child,’ said he,
‘Will you embrace contempt and beggary?’
Can you endure to see each other cursed
By want, of every human woe the worst?