Where every sense is flatter’d like the sight;
This is your peril; can you from such scene
Of splendour part, and feel your mind serene,
And in the father’s humble state resume
The frugal diet and the narrow room?”
To this the youth with cheerful heart replied,
Pleased with the trial, but as yet untried;
And while professing patience, should he fail,
He suffered hope o’er reason to prevail.
Impatient, by the morning mail conveyed,