Were not these visions working in her mind
Strange things—’tis in her nature to be kind.”
Their son appear’d—He sooth’d them, and was bless’d,
But still the fondness of his soul confess’d—
And where the lady?—To her room retired!
Now show, dear son, the courage she required.
George bow’d in silence, trying for assent
To his hard fate, and to his trial went: 770
Fond, but yet fix’d, he found her in her room; }
Firm, and yet fearful, she beheld him come; }