(Poultry in groups still follow’d where she went;)
Then dread o’ercame her, - that her days were spent.
“Bless me! I die, and not a warning giv’n, -
With
much
to do on Earth, and ALL for Heav’n? -
No reparation for my soul’s affairs,
No leave petition’d for the barn’s repairs;
Accounts perplex’d, my interest yet unpaid,
My mind unsettled, and my will unmade; -