All views were past of priesthood and a gown,
George, fix’d on glory, now prepared for town;
But first this mighty hazard must be run,
And more than glory either lost or won:
Yet, what was glory? Could he win that heart
And gain that hand, what cause was there to part?
Her love afforded all that life affords— 330
Honour and fame were phantasies and words!
But he must see her—She alone was seen
In the still evening of a day serene;