| The laughing harvest folks, at John, Stood quizzing him askew, 'Twas John's red face that set them on, And then they leer'd at Sue. |
| Why should a weak and vain desire, For outward show, and gay attire, Engage your thoughts, employ your time, And waste the precious hours of prime? |
| All praise to him who made the sun, The World by day to light; Who gave the gentle moon to cheer, The still and gloomy night. |
| Alone beneath the gloom of night, Monimia went to mourn; She left her parents' fost'ring arms, Ah! never to return. |
