Trod erst the precincts of old Rollingate,
Where he was welcome—not by her alone,
Whom love begat and law decreed his own,
But every one, and one[218] among them all
Who had for years adorn’d the princely hall;
She bade him happiness and kiss’d his hand,
And wrought her friendship with George Hollybrand:
Thus then. And now the genial feast prepared
No longer waited but was meetly shared,
Till at a moderate hour they all repaired