And, to invite an equal trust, she drew
Of every mind a bold and rapid view;
But on the widow’d Friend with deep disdain,
And rancorous envy, dwelt the treacherous Jane:
In vain such arts; - without deceit or pride,
With a just taste and feeling for her guide,
From all contagion Jesse kept apart,
Free in her manners, guarded in her heart.
Jesse one morn was thoughtful, and her sigh
The Widow heard as she was passing by;