The spring once tapped, the stream began to flow;
She told th’ inquirer much he wished to know.
He lends his ear as she each scene displays;
His finger notes her pulse, as on she strays;130
To learn if any name should raise a start,
And thus betray the secret of her heart.
Anew he mentions every friend, each place;
Repeated such as gave of hope a trace.
He asked: “On quitting, thou, thy native town,
Where first was it thy guardians set thee down?”