Beheld myself an alien in this circle,
Oh! what an impulse felt I in that moment
To fall upon his neck and call him father;
But his stern eye o’erpower’d the swelling passion,
I dared not but be silent—and those brilliants
That like a crown of stars enwreath’d your brows,
They scared me too—Oh! wherefore, wherefore should he
At the first meeting spread, as ’twere, the ban
Of excommunication round you?—wherefore
Dress up the angel for the sacrifice,