And there the sloping glass, that when he shines
Gives the sun’s vigour to the ripening vines.—
“It is my Brother’s!”—
“No!” he answers, “No!
’Tis to thy own possession that we go;
It is thy wife’s, and will thy children’s be,
Earth, wood, and water!—all for thine and thee; 480
Bought in thy name—Alight, my friend, and come,
I do beseech thee, to thy proper home;
There wilt thou soon thy own Matilda view;