Some little element of jealousy,
Occasion’d through an inadvertent word
Escaping, when in his prosperity.
He now repenteth of the injury done,
And makes amends by words of lovingness;
Calls to his side his dear and only son,
Whose mind, refresh’d, at once forgiving is.
A thousand little things flit to his mind,
With wondrous force of perspicuity;
As in his old arm-chair he is reclined,