Fix’d were all eyes, suspense each bosom shook,
And expectation hung on every look.
“‘Go to my kindred, seek them all around,
Find all you can, and tell me all that’s found;
Seek them if prosperous, seek them in distress, 730
Hear what they need, know what they all possess;
What minds, what hearts they have, how good they are,
How far from goodness—speak, and no one spare,
And no one slander: let me clearly see
What is in them, and what remains for me.’