He, to her youthful heart endear’d
By all it e’er had hoped and fear’d,
Twined with each wish, with every thought
Each day-dream fancy e’er had wrought,
Whose tints portray with flattering skill
What brighter worlds alone fulfil!
—Alas! that aught so fair should fly
Thy blighting wand, Reality!
A chieftain’s mien her Osbert bore,
A pilgrim’s lowly robes he wore—