Can you inform me how the youth is named?”
He answer’d, “Joseph”; but he look’d ashamed.
“Well, and what then? Had you been Joseph, boy!
Would you have been so peevish and so coy?”
Our hero answer’d, with a glowing face,
“His mother told him he should pray for grace.”
A transient cloud o’ercast the matron’s brow; 400
She seem’d disposed to laugh——but knew not how;
Silent awhile, then placid she appear’d—
“’Tis but a child,” she thought, and all was clear’d.