From Julia, as an exile sent.
He long with barb'rous Goths was pent.
So fortune frown'd on me, and I was driven
From friends, from home, from Jane, and happy Devon!
And Jane, sore grieved when from me torn away;—
loved her sorrow, though I wish'd her—GAY.
That another girl there was may be gathered from the "Letter to a Young Lady," who was not so devoted as Jane Scott, for the poet writes:
Begging you will not mock his sighing.
And keep him thus whole years a-dying!
"Whole years!"—Excuse my freely speaking.