But this poor maiden, every day and hour,
Would, by fresh kindness, feed the growing power;
And he indulged, vain being! in the joy,
That he alone could raise it, or destroy;
A present good, from which he dared not fly,
Cecilia absent, and his Fanny by.
O! vain desire of youth, that in the hour
Of strong temptation, when he feels the power, 400
And knows how daily his desires increase,
Yet will he wait, and sacrifice his peace;