This queer old couple dragged to court.
Meekly they would have granted greed
All that it sought for—all its spoil;
Little they valued a forfeit deed,
Nor selfishly reckoned their years of toil.
Heartsick they while the lawyers urged,
Mute when the law vouchsafed their prayer;
—Courts soothe not such grief as surged
In the hearts of the old folks trembling there.
What though the jury’s word restored