Then care began: - he loved, he woo’d, he wed;
Hope cheer’d him still, and Hymen bless’d his bed -
A curate’s bed ! then came the woeful years;
The husband’s terrors, and the father’s tears;
A wife grown feeble, mourning, pining, vex’d
With wants and woes - by daily cares perplex’d;
No more a help, a smiling, soothing aid,
But boding, drooping, sickly, and afraid.
A kind physician, and without a fee,
Gave his opinion - “Send her to the sea.”