Thus fed and beaten, Tom was taught to pray
For his true friends; “but who,” said he, “are they?”
By nature kind, when kindly used, the Boy
Hail’d the strange good with tears of love and joy;
But, roughly used, he felt his bosom burn 510
With wrath he dared not on his uncles turn;
So with indignant spirit, still and strong,
He nursed the vengeance, and endured the wrong.
To a cheap school, far north, the boy was sent:
Without a tear of love or grief he went;