VII.
When George, that dismal eve, at home arrived,
With much emotion he sat down and cried;
But, having always on his God relied,
He thank’d th’ Almighty that the hand was stay’d,
Which at one moment threaten’d to have laid
Him low. Gray then observ’d a something, which
Made her unhappy, so with anxious speech
Besought her Master, thus: “Sir, pray thee—why
Art thou so sad?” George wiped his tearful eye