And tries to sweep off sorrow.——_Sweep away!_ TALE IX. _JANE._ I. Known but of late, I yet am loth to leave The gentle JANE, and wonder why I grieve— Not for her wants, for she has no distress, She has no suffering that her looks express, Her air or manner—hers the mild good sense That wins its way by making no pretence. When yet a child, her dying mother knew What, left by her, the widow’d man would do, And gave her Jane, for she had power, enough To live in ease—of love and care a proof. 10 Enabled thus, the maid is kind to all— Is pious too, and that without a call. Not that she doubts of calls that Heav’n has sent— Calls to believe, or warnings to repent: But that she rests upon the Word divine, Without presuming on a dubious sign— A sudden light, the momentary zeal Of those who rashly hope, and warmly feel; These she rejects not, nor on these relies, And neither feels the influence nor denies. 20 Upon the sure and written Word she trusts, And by the Law Divine her life adjusts; She blames not her who other creed prefers, And all she asks is charity for hers. Her great example is her gracious Lord, Her hope his promise, and her guide his Word; Her quiet alms are known to God alone, Her left hand knows not what her right has done; Her talents, not the few, she well improves, And puts to use in labour that she loves. 30 Pensive, though good, I leave thee, gentle maid, In thee confiding, of thy peace afraid, In a strange world to act a trying part, With a soft temper, and a yielding heart! II.