Than when to teach and study he began;
Something his father left, and he could fly
To the loved country where he wish’d to die. 250
“And now,” he said, “this maid with gentle mind
May I not hope to meet, as good, as kind,
As in the days when first her friend she knew
And then could trust—and he indeed is true.
She knew my motives, and she must approve
The man who dared to sacrifice his love
And fondest hopes to virtue: virtuous she,