Dull was their prospect. - When the lovers met,
They said, “We must not - dare not venture yet.”
“Oh! could I labour for thee,” Allen cried,
“Why should our friends be thus dissatisfied;
On my own arm I could depend, but they
Still urge obedience - must I yet obey?”
Poor Judith felt the grief, but grieving begg’d delay.
At length a prospect came that seem’d to smile,
And faintly woo them, from a Western Isle;
A kinsman there a widow’s hand had gain’d,