And banish’d all that yet remain’d of love;
When soon despair had seized the trembling Boy—
But hark, a voice! the sound of peace and joy.
“Where art thou, lad?”—“Oh! here am I, in doubt,
And sorely frighten’d—can you let me out?”—
“Oh! yes, my child; it was indeed a sin,
Forgetful as I was, to bolt you in. 640
I left you reading, and from habit lock’d
The door behind me, but in truth am shock’d
To serve you thus; but we will make amends