And there, my duty shall be first to learn
Whether old Hollybrand, of modest mien,
Is still protector of that “cottage queen:”
And she in beauty, virtue, now the same
As when she set my bosom in a flame!
If so, she still must be her father’s joy,
And still dependent on his mere employ;
Still scrubs the floor, and feeds the drowsy sow,
While George, himself, is toiling with the plough:
“Ah! (Arnold said—whilst wond’ring if ’twere so)