Who, urged by passion, never dared till now,
Thus urged by fears, his trembling hopes avow:
Her father’s glebe he managed; every year
The grateful Vicar held the youth more dear;
He saw indeed the prize in Colin’s view,
And wish’d his Jesse with a man so true:
Timid as true, he urged with anxious air
His tender hope, and made the trembling prayer,
When Jesse saw, nor could with coldness see,
Such fond respect, such tried sincerity;