O’er the light Heart to keep incessant Guard;
Still she against his buoyant Spirit strove,
Who smil’d at Duty, but bow’d down to Love.
This is our Hero, a fond Widow’s Son,
Rich, of high spirits, and just twenty-one;
Yet [most] for Learning fam’d, and, tho’ untried,
His native Courage not a Soul denied.
For, tho’ the Tracys were so well belov’d, 120
Their real Courage was but seldom prov’d;
Yet never Tracy was by Honour call’d