O then in pity aid and succour mine!'
"This sacred trust has yielded me more joy
Than all my wealth, by serving to employ
My vacant thoughts, and giving Hope fresh life,
Who all but perished in that mental strife.
"The portrait of Rosina you have seen,
Her daughter, too (my housekeeper, I mean),
You've also met,—who now must waiting be
I fear, for I have long delayed the tea.
"O never then, my friend, let grim Despair