“Two farms had better hold ye!” and he got me this instead;
And I came here to work it. ’Twas a goodly start in life:
The place had been well tilled, and all I needed was a wife.
I went among the women folk, as usual with a youth,
And soon I fell in love with one, Friend Scudder’s daughter, Ruth;
And straightway found the damsel moved, and in her spirit free
Before the Friends in meeting to stand up along with me.
And we would be united, if our people’s minds were clear,
On Fourth-day of the first week of the First-month in next year.
The weeks that came were pleasant weeks, the world was all in tune;