Of vast importance every moment brings!
But hark! an oar!” she cried, yet none appear’d -
’Twas love’s mistake, who fancied what it fear’d;
And she continued - “Do, my Allen, keep
Thy heart from evil, let thy passions sleep;
Believe it good, nay glorious, to prevail,
And stand in safety where so many fail;
And do not, Allen, or for shame, or pride,
Thy faith abjure, or thy profession hide;
Can I believe his love will lasting prove,