after l. 152:
Here, as along the sandy Shore we pace,
Shall I hear Tidings of the young and old
Of whom I took my leave—my Friend behold! (D.)
Tale VII.
instead of ll. 1–4:
Farewell, my Friend, the Brother of my Heart;
With whom ’tis new, ’tis difficult, to part;
Whom I from very Infancy approved,
And never asked the Question why I loved! (D.)