Then Arnold, gathering in the careless rein,
Inclined his whip across the horses mane;
They bend their twin-like necks as they proceed,
And soon attain the regulated speed.
The converse now continued for awhile
Upon the subject of the gipsy’s tale;
When Jane, consistent with her lowly sphere,
Relieved her eye of an incredulous tear:
Her hope was where it had continually soar’d,
And forth in secret there her pray’rs were pour’d.