Pains, labours, terrors, all would I endure,
Yes, all but this—and this, could I be sure——”
Just then a light within the window shone,
And show’d a lady, weeping and alone.
His heart beat fondly—on another view, 380
It beat more strongly, and in terror too—
It was his Sister!—and there now appear’d
A servant, creeping like a man that fear’d.
He spoke with terror—“Sir, did Joseph tell?
Have you not met him?”—