Verse [32]
15
Look up my child and view me here,
One lost to all his clan;
My enemies, alas! are near,
To claim a wretched man.
16
Then on his neck the fair one fell,
A victim to dispair;
He strove her fondness to dispell,
Her grief he could not bear.
17
Just at this moment past the door,
A wretch to feelings blind;
He view’d the guest, and saw him poor,
And therefore prov’d unkind.
18
What wretched man is that I see
In garb so sad and torn?
A weary traveller, said she,
Who wanders here forlorn.