And left a widow by afflictions tried;
She to support her infant daughter strove,
But early left the object of her love:
Her youth, her beauty, and her orphan state
Gave a kind countess interest in her fate:
With her she dwelt and still might dwelling be,
When the earl’s folly caused the lass to flee;
A second friend was she compell’d to shun,
By the rude offers of an uncheek’d son;
I found her then, and with a mother’s love