A grieving parent, and a feeling mind,
Timid and ardent, tender and refined:
These all with mighty force the youth assail’d,
Till his soul fainted, and his reason fail’d:
When this was known, and some debate arose,
How they who saw it should the fact disclose,
He found their purpose, and in terror fled
From unseen kindness, with mistaken dread.
Meantime the parent was distress’d to find
His son no longer for a priest design’d;