And God will hear - He only, I’m afraid.”
“Peace! Susan, peace! pain ever follows sin.” -
“Ah! then,” thought Susan, “when will ours begin?
When reach’d his home, to what a cheerless fire
And chilling bed will those cold limbs retire!
Yet ragged, wretched as it is, that bed
Takes half the space of his contracted shed;
I saw the thorns beside the narrow grate,
With straw collected in a putrid state:
There will he, kneeling, strive the fire to raise,