Became his bosom’s and his fancy’s queen;
Some favourite look was on his mind impress’d—
His warm and fruitful fondness gave the rest.— 20
P. He left his father?—
F. Yes! and rambled round
The land on foot—I know not what he found.
Early he came to his paternal land,
And took the course he had in rambling plann’d.
Ten years we lost him: he was then employ’d
In the wild schemes that he, perhaps, enjoy’d.