That every scheme her wandering husband tried,
Pain’d while he lived, and perish’d when he died.”
She then of want in angry style complain’d,
Her child a burthen to her life remain’d,
Her kindred shunn’d her prayers, no friend her soul sustain’d.
“Yet why neglected? Dearest Anna knew
Her worth once tried, her friendship ever true;
She hoped, she trusted, though by wants oppress’d,
To lock the treasured secret in her breast;
Yet, vex’d by trouble, must apply to one,