With purest passion long his bosom beat,
Its rise propitious, and its progress sweet.
Returning love diffus'd the nameless charm,
And met his hopes, in virgin blushes warm.
In mutual confidence and fondness blest,
Nor guilt alarm'd, nor fear disturb'd the breast.
But eyes parental, film'd with doubtful hue,
(That with inverted glass youth's prospects view,)
Mark'd the soft transports of their chaste delight,
And peevish envy sicken'd at the fight.