Our fate forbids—the counsel heaven has sent
We must adopt, or grievously repent;
And I adopt”——George humbly bow’d, and sigh’d,
But, lost in thought, he look’d not nor replied;
Yet feebly utter’d in his sad adieu,
“I must not doubt thy truth, but perish if thou’rt true.”
But when he thought alone, his terror gone
Of the strange story, better views came on. 720
“Nay, my enfeebled heart, be not dismay’d!
A boy again, am I of ghosts afraid?