‘Go to the Priest and take him for thy Guide!’
But Frederick’s Grief was not the transient Rage
Of Clouds that Winds collect and Rains asswage;
But still more Dark the mental Prospect grew,
And weary Hope could not her smile renew.
“Alas! I erred; I knew not that the Sin
Of my poor Frederick rankled yet within,
Nor granted Rest; but all his Crime had gained,
What Sin had purchased, that with him remained.
I saw his Self-reproach, and I could View 200