Gave to the business of the Farm her mind;
To useful arts she turned her hand and eye;
And by her manners told him - “You may try.”
Th’ observing Lover more attention paid,
With growing pleasure, to the alter’d maid;
He fear’d to lose her, and began to see
That a slim beauty might a helpmate be:
’Twixt hope and fear he now the lass address’d,
And in his Sunday robe his love express’d:
She felt no chilling dread, no thrilling joy,