None need despair, whose silence can offend;
“Should I,” resumed the thoughtful Lass, “consent
To hear the man, the man may now repent:
Think you my sighs shall call him from the plough,
Or give one hint, that ‘You may woo me now?’”
“Persist, my love,” replied the Friend, “and gain
A parent’s praise, that cannot be in vain.”
The father saw the change, but not the cause,
And gave the alter’d maid his fond applause:
The coarser manners she in part removed,