And knew her selfish Friend would not relent;
She must petition, yet delay’d the task,
Ashamed, afraid, and yet compell’d to ask;
Unknown to him some object fill’d her mind,
And, once suspicious, he became unkind:
They sat one evening, each absorb’d in gloom,
When, hark! a noise; and, rushing to the room,
The Friend tripp’d lightly in, and laughing said, “I come.”
Anna received her with an anxious mind,
And meeting whisper’d, “Is Eliza kind?”