To make the moments with less sorrow pass;
Intent the mother look’d upon her son,
And wish’d th’ assent withdrawn, the deed undone;
The younger sister, as he took his way,
Hung on his coat, and begg’d for more delay:
But his own Judith call’d him to the shore,
Whom he must meet, for they might meet no more; -
And there he found her - faithful, mournful, true,
Weeping, and waiting for a last adieu!
The ebbing tide had left the sand, and there