Pains and vexations than the years before.
My father fail’d; his family was rent,
And to new states his grieving daughters sent:
Each to more thriving kindred found a way,
Guests without welcome, - servants without pay;
Our parting hour was grievous; still I feel
The sad, sweet converse at our final meal;
Our father then reveal’d his former fears,
Cause of his sternness, and then join’d our tears:
Kindly he strove our feelings to repress,