On Wisp they seem’d to look with jealous eye,
And fair Rebecca was demure and shy;
But by degrees the teacher’s worth they knew,
And were so kind, they seem’d converted too.
Wisp took occasion to the nymph to say,
“You must be married: will you name the day?”
She smiled, - “’Tis well: but should he not comply,
Is it quite safe th’ experiment to try?” -
“My child,” the teacher said, “who feels remorse,
(And feels not he?) must wish relief of course: