My manners alter, or my views destroy!”
Jonas then lifted up his hands on high,
And, utt’ring something ’twixt a groan and sigh,
Left the determined maid, her doubtful mother by.
“Hear me,” she said; “incline thy heart, my child,
And fix thy fancy on a man so mild:
Thy father, Sybil, never could be moved
By one who loved him, or by one he loved.
Union like ours is but a bargain made
By slave and tyrant - he will be obey’d;