And, frowning, ask'd him at what price he dress'd?
Happy for him his country's laws are mild,
They must support him, though they still reviled;
Grieved, abject, scorn'd, insulted, and betray'd,
Of God unmindful, and of man afraid—
No more he talk'd; 'twas pain, 'twas shame to speak,
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His heart was sinking and his frame was weak.
His sister died with such serene delight,
He once again began to think her right;