You to your lot—I am content with mine!”
Thus would the lads their sentiments express, 90
And part in earnest, part in playfulness;
Till Love, controller of all hearts and eyes, }
Breaker of bonds, of friendship’s holy ties, }
Awakener of new wills and slumbering sympathies, }
Began his reign—till Rachel, meek-eyed maid,
That form, those cheeks, that faultless face display’d—
That child of gracious nature, ever neat
And never fine; a flowret simply sweet,