“Arise, young hero! skill’d in feats of war,
On yonder lake your dauntless courage prove,
To pull me of the fruit, now bravely dare,
And save the mother of the maid you love;
I die without its influence divine,
Nor will I taste it from a hand but thine.”
With downcast look the lovely youth reply’d,
“Though yet my feats of valour have been few,
My might [in this adventure] shall be try’d;
I go to pull the healing fruit for you.”