Makes the fond heart with strong emotion beat:
Faint were his hopes, but ever had the sight
Drawn him to gaze beside his gate at night;
And when with rapid wheels it hurried by,
He grieved his parent with a hopeless sigh;
And could the blessing have been bought - what sum
Had he not offer’d to have Jesse come!
She came - he saw her bending from the door,
Her face, her smile, and he beheld no more;
Lost in his joy - the mother lent her aid