And cried, “One hour my fortune will disclose;
Terrific hour! from thee have I to date
Life’s loftier views, or my degraded state;
For now to be what I have been before
Is so to fall, that I can rise no more.”
The morning meal was past; and all around
The mansion rang with each discordant sound;
Haste was in every foot, and every look
The trav’ller’s joy for London-journey spoke:
Not so our youth; whose feelings at the noise