Wilful is poor, and must the storm abide,”
Said the stern Lady; “’tis in vain to feel;
Go and prepare the chicken for our meal.”
Susan her task reluctantly began,
And utter’d as she went - “The poor old man!”
But while her soft and ever-yielding heart
Made strong protest against her lady’s part,
The lady’s self began to think it wrong
To feel so wrathful and resent so long.
“No more the wretch would she receive again,