The village lark, high mounted in the spring,
Could not with purer joy than Lucy sing;
Her cares all light, her pleasures all sincere,
Her duty joy, and her companion dear;
In tender friendship and in true respect
Lived Aunt and Niece, no flattery, no neglect -
They read, walk’d, visited - together pray’d,
Together slept the matron and the maid:
There was such goodness, such pure nature seen
In Lucy’s looks, a manner so serene;