He said, and terror seized the guilty youth;
He saw his misery, meanness, and the truth;
Could not before his stern accuser stand,
Yet could not quit that hall, that park, that land;
But, when surprise had pass’d away, his grief
Began to think in law to find relief.
“While courts are open, why should I despair?
Juries will feel for an abandon’d heir.
I will resist,” he said, impell’d by pride—
“I must submit,” recurring fear replied. 160