No, he in fact was rich! nor could he move,
But he was follow’d by the looks of love;
All he had suffer’d, every former grief,
Made those around more studious in relief;
He saw a cheerful smile in every face,
And lost all thoughts of error and disgrace.
Pleasant it was to see them in their walk
Round their small garden, and to hear them talk;
Free are their children, but their love refrains
From all offence - none murmurs, none complains;