If something tell thee, ‘Heed not Fancy’s tale
Nor let her Visions o’er my Truth prevail’;
If that dread something, call it what you will,
Oppose me strongly and oppose me still:
Be like thyself, be candid, and impart
Thyself the Tidings to a doubtful Heart;
If Bliss await him, make thy Lover blest;
If not, oh, give these doubts and Terrors rest!”
“It grieves me much,” replied the gentle Maid,
While Godfrey listened, of each Word afraid, 70