“Which Heaven has chose, for Marguerite?
“Here, did the exil’d Henry stray
“Forc’d from his native land, away;
“Here, here upon a foreign shore,
“His parents, lost, awhile deplore;
“Here find, that pity’s holy tear
“Could not an alien wand’rer chear;
“And now, in fancy, he would view,
“Shouting aloud, the rabble crew—
“The rabble crew, whose impious hands