When wonders from the passing hour may spring?
There dwelt a Yeoman in the place, whose mind
Was gentle, generous, cultivated, kind;
For thirty years he labour’d; fortune then
Placed the mild rustic with superior men:
A richer Stafford who had liv’d to save,
What he had treasured to the poorer gave;
Who with a sober mind that treasure view’d,
And the slight studies of his youth renew’d:
He not profoundly, but discreetly read,