But may I, ought I, not the friend to be
Of one who feels this fond regard for me?
I wrong no creature by a kindness lent
To one so gentle, mild, and innocent;
And for that fair one, whom I still adore,
By feeling thus I think of her the more”—
And not unlikely, for our thoughts will tend
To those whom we are conscious we offend. 420
Had Reason whisper’d, “Has Cecilia leave
Some gentle youth in friendship to receive,