Whether for camp or college, well he knew
He must at present bid his friends adieu;
His father, mother, sisters,—could he part
With these, and feel no sorrow at his heart?
But from that lovely lady could he go?
That fonder, fairer, dearer mother?—No! 230
For while his father spoke, he fix’d his eyes }
On that dear face, and felt a warmth arise, }
A trembling flush of joy, that he could ill disguise— }
Then ask’d himself from whence this growing bliss,