Had ne'er survived the horrors of the night;

The door was ope'd, and Reynold blessed the hand

That gave relief, and stopt life's ebbing sand.

His tale he told; got spirits, strength, and ease;

In person tall, well made, and formed to please,

He looked not like a novice in amour,

Though young, and seeking shelter at a door.

His want of dress and miserable state

Raised shame indeed, and showed distress was great.

Though LOVE be seen in Nature's pure array,