“There is no Will,” he said.—They murmur and retire. }
Days pass away, while yet the Heir is blest
By pleasant cares, and thoughts that banish rest;
When comes the Friend, and asks, in solemn tone,
If he may see the busy Squire alone.
They are in private—all about is still—
When thus the Guest:—“Your father left a Will,
And I would see it.”—Rising in reply,
The youth beheld a fix’d and piercing eye, 120
From which his own receded; and the sound