No! the resentment melted all away -
“For this my grief a single smile will pay,”
Our trav’ller cried; - “And why should it offend,
That one so good should have a pressing friend?
Grieve not, my heart! to find a favourite guest
Thy pride and boast - ye selfish sorrows rest;
She will be kind, and I again be bless’d.”
While gentler passions thus his bosom sway’d
He reach’d the mansion, and he saw the maid;
“My Laura!” - “My Orlando! - this is kind;