Was but mere madness in this couple’s sight:
Susan could think, though not without a sigh,
If she were gone, who should her place supply;
And Robert, half in earnest, half in jest,
Talk of her spouse when he should be at rest:
Yet strange would either think it to be told,
Their love was cooling or their hearts were cold.
Few were their acres, - but, with these content,
They were, each pay-day, ready with their rent:
And few their wishes - what their farm denied,