The parent’s mind, and well the daughter’s too;
He felt of duty the imperious call,
Beheld his danger, and must fly or fall. 150
What would the parent, what his pupils think?
O! he was standing on perdition’s brink:
In his dilemma flight alone remain’d,
And could he fly whose very soul was chain’d?
He knew she loved; she tried not to conceal
A hope she thought that virtue’s self might feel.
Ever of her and her frank heart afraid, }