And I may live—forgive me—years to come.
But, while I live, there may some good be done,
Perchance to many, but at least to One.”—
Here he arose, retired, return’d, and brought
The Orphan boy, whom he had train’d and taught
For this his purpose; and the happy boy,
Though bade to hide, could ill suppress, his joy.— 1050
“This young relation, with your leave, I take,
That he his progress in the world may make—
Not in my house a slave or spy to be,