For more delay, and Jonas was content;
Till a tall maiden by her sire was seen,
In all the bloom and beauty of sixteen;
He gazed admiring; - she, with visage prim,
Glanced an arch look of gravity on him;
For she was gay at heart, but wore disguise,
And stood a vestal in her father’s eyes:
Pure, pensive, simple, sad; the damsel’s heart,
When Jonas praised, reproved her for the part.
For Sybil, fond of pleasure, gay and light,