Again he rais’d his languid eye;
Then, from the upland’s sultry side,
Look’d back, forgave the wretch, and sigh’d!
While the proud Pastor bent his way
To preach of Charity—and Pray!
PART SECOND.
I.
The Lascar Boy still journey’d on,
For the hot Sun, HE well could bear,
And now the burning hour was gone,