With quick assistance prompt to move;
To ease the lingering hours of pain,
In pity’s kind endeavour strove.
When sickness o’er thy pallid cheek
Had stole the lustre from thine eye,
When near the doubtful crisis drew,
And life approach’d its latest sigh,—
He moved thee to his own retreat,
In his own mansion watch’d thee there;
Around thy couch he still remained,