He goes where willing hearts his empire own,
And takes alarm at one disloyal tone.
And if he spread his ever active wings,
O, sue for pardon quick—or he is gone!
And as he flies, this farewell truth he sings,
Experience oft too late, a sad repentance brings.
XXX.
My brother loved, and was beloved again.
The peerless maid whose love his heart did bless,
Held his affections by a golden chain,