The lady-mother to the husband sued—
“Alas! that care should on our bliss intrude!
You must to Ireland; our possessions there
Require your presence, nay, demand your care. 240
My pensive daughter begs with you to sail;
But spare your wife, nor let the wish prevail!”
He went, and found upon his Irish land
Cases and griefs he could not understand.
Some glimmering light at first his prospect cheer’d—
Clear it was not, but would in time be clear’d;