Where is my Father?” and, of Soul bereft,
She rose and sought the Cottage she had left.
In vain the Youth intreated—vainly tried
Alarm; his Words rejected or despised.
Yet still he follow’d, but at Distance saw
The Father’s Cot that forc’d him to withdraw.
Borne to his Bed, th’ unhappy Joseph found
The wounded Mind inflam’d his Body’s wound; 270
Deeply he griev’d to think a Youth so vile
And so deprav’d must win his Susan’s smile;