As wheels the vane when winds around it play,
So his strong passions turn’d him every way;
But growing terrors seized th’ unhappy youth:
He knew the Man, and more, he knew—the Truth;
When, stung by all he fear’d, and all he felt,
He sought for mercy, and in terror knelt.
Grieved, but indignant—“Let me not despise
Thy father’s son,” replied the Friend; “arise!
To my fix’d purpose your attention lend,
And know, your fate will on yourself depend. 170